Real life conversations on the tube.

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?