Tonight at London Bridge a lady got on the train with a baby in a sling and several bags. The baby was probably about 10/11 months. I was seated in a 4 and she sat diagonally across from me. The little boy was adorable and immaculately behaved. Unlike the miserable sod sat next to her and opposite me.
A bigger display of eye rolling and tutting you never did see. Instead of offering to put her bags in the overhead rack he made a great display of checking his jacket every time the little boys shoes touched him. (The little boy was facing his mum so was ‘sat’ in her lap with his legs either side).
The lady apologised and tried to hold the little boy’s foot still. The next time the man tutted she smiled at him and said ‘his shoes are clean [they were], he doesn’t walk”. The man just grunted back.
When the man next to me got off she got up and moved immediately to sit next to me. She apologised for his feet and I said it didn’t matter a bit because they were clearly clean, baby shoes.
With the exception to MrS I think Thomas and his mum are the nicest people I’ve shared a seat with since I’ve been here. What a joy he was to ‘talk’ to, happy and smiley. He and I discussed his hands (cute pudgy), my buttons (big and shiny) my hand bag (boring black) and he charmed the to two young men in the opposite seats too. The lady got off at Lewisham with Thomas happily shouting ‘bye bye’ to anyone who would listen.
Maybe the man had had a bad day. Maybe he was born miserable, I don’t know. But Thomas sure brightened up mine.