Tube Journey in London:
(Mum and I sat reading trashy magazines. Man sat next to me.)
Man: Is that your Mum or your Aunt?
Me: My Mum.
Man: Ok.
(Pause)
Me: Why.
Man: Just curious.
(He returns to his activity of staring into the nether.)
(Fifteen minutes pass.)
Man: You seem to be engrossed in that trashy magazine.
Me: I am.
Man: Do you enjoy reading them?
Me: Yes. I do. It's an easy read.
Man: Does Mum enjoy reading them?
Mum: Yes, I do.
Man: I wouldn't know about them. I read Shakespeare and stuff like that.
Me: Good for you.
Man: Do you actually read books
Me: Yes. I read books.
Man: Just checking.
(Train stops. He gets off.)
Man: Have a lovely evening you two.
...
Same tube journey. Moments later. A large, smiley lady opposite us strikes up a conversation.
Lady: Ooh I've been riding this tube line for...oh about 40 years.
Mum: Don't you think you better get off then?
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