Thursday, May 26, 2005

How to...

...start a conversation on a tube.

Tip One: eat a packet of pickled onion monster munch.

I have done this three times now on the Jubilee Line on the way home from work and each time someone (or to be more specific a man) has spoken to me. (Just in case you were wondering I didn't eat them to start a conversation but because I was hungry). I think all three were variations on the "do they still make them?" type comment. The second man was very lucky actually because I gave him a spare bag to share with his friend. Childhood memories flooded back for the pair of them. Who says traveling on the tube is a waste of time?

Tip Two: just start bloody talking if you feel the need

Now, my childhood memories were evoked by a man with a rubic cube on the tube Tuesday night. I had quite a debate with myself as to whether I would talk to him (and also what nationality he was) because he had a too-open shirt which displayed a rather clammy, pasty looking chest with sparse patches of hair which wasn't at all appealing. I took the plunge and asked where he'd picked the cube up from and he chose to ignore me. Bastard.
This tip may be useless as it didn't work in this instance.

4 comments:

pat said...

i genreally hate people starting conversations with me for several reasons.
1] i am normally deeply out of it so i have to get them to repeat what they have said several times. so coming off like a moron.
2] sometimes i just can't hear/understand them - so end up just nodding sagely at them.
3] biozarelly for someone who likes to talk as much as i do i get tongue tied and the wildean riposte i had for them falls into aimless mumbling.
4] it is always the nutter that speaks to me and never the pretty young lass.

admittedly teh real reason is that i am just a miserable sod.

Che-Jay said...

If he has a rubik's cube then he must have been a square!!! (sorry bad joke). Incidentally Pat has never found talking a problem ... he goes on and on and on ...

Shep said...

...and on and on...

ems said...

Che-jay and Shep, you haven't met my sister and I. We DEFINITELY give Pat a run for his money when talking is involved.

Pat, I quite like point 4. I'm hoping I match the description of pretty young lass rather than nutter? (Say nutter and I will make sure I totally embarrass you Tuesday, say pretty and young and I may even pay for your dinner!).