What looked like a lost Australian man got his huge, duffel bag sized backpack caught in the electric barriers are Euston station. I assume he was Australian, because he had one of those Australian style hats on (minus the hanging corks) and his stomach was exposed. He looked really distressed, as he struggled to force his way through. No staff appeared to notice him, and instead I took it upon myself to place both hands on his bag and push him through. I had my headphones on, but I imagine it made a “pop” sound as he was forced into freedom. As he walked off, he turned and put his thumb up to me. I am a useful person.
As I left the station, a large man in a Hawaiian shirt approached me and asked if I was “looking for a good time”. I couldn’t tell whether he meant drugs or sex, but either way - I didn’t really have time, so politely turned down his offer.
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