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He boarded the train at Canary Wharf after two ladies – who I had assumed he knew. As I was removing my headphones to hear him talk, the first line I caught was, "I'm just trying to be sociable – is that okay?"
The two ladies sat down next to each other and then he sat down in front of them, smiling broadly and expecting to make more conversation. "So whereabouts do you two hail from?" and the two ladies leaned forwards, not to answer, but to ask him to repeat his question because of the noise of the train.
He repeated the question, then the two ladies looked at each other and started to talk about something, completely ignoring the question and completely ignoring him. It was bad – the look on his face told everybody else in the carriage that he knew he'd just had his advances rejected. The worst thing is, he started to twitch a little – and he seemed like one of those blokes who'd go postal. But you could see he was holding it all in.
By Canada Water, he'd caught me looking at him out of the corner of my eye. I thought it would look too obvious if I quickly tried to avert my gaze, so our eyes met. It sent shivers down my spine to see him glaring at me, so I slowly turned away, but that's when he took off his glasses, got up and sat down opposite me to proceed to drift off.
We got to London Bridge (or Bermondsey – can't remember which exactly, but it was before Southwark) when he suddenly woke up realising that it was his stop. Unfortunately by this point, the doors were closing, but he'd managed to get himself caught between both sets of doors (the train doors and the platform edge doors) and he pushed up against them to re-open the doorway. He then proceeded to turn around and start shouting at us calling us all cunts, before staggering onto the platform and making hand gestures at the train. This is when the train doors re-opened (as the driver most probably wasn't getting a 'doors closed' visual), so the gent continued to rant and swear at us through the open doors.
I guess some people just don't take rejection that well as others.
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He boarded the train at Canary Wharf after two ladies – who I had assumed he knew. As I was removing my headphones to hear him talk, the first line I caught was, "I'm just trying to be sociable – is that okay?"
The two ladies sat down next to each other and then he sat down in front of them, smiling broadly and expecting to make more conversation. "So whereabouts do you two hail from?" and the two ladies leaned forwards, not to answer, but to ask him to repeat his question because of the noise of the train.
He repeated the question, then the two ladies looked at each other and started to talk about something, completely ignoring the question and completely ignoring him. It was bad – the look on his face told everybody else in the carriage that he knew he'd just had his advances rejected. The worst thing is, he started to twitch a little – and he seemed like one of those blokes who'd go postal. But you could see he was holding it all in.
By Canada Water, he'd caught me looking at him out of the corner of my eye. I thought it would look too obvious if I quickly tried to avert my gaze, so our eyes met. It sent shivers down my spine to see him glaring at me, so I slowly turned away, but that's when he took off his glasses, got up and sat down opposite me to proceed to drift off.
We got to London Bridge (or Bermondsey – can't remember which exactly, but it was before Southwark) when he suddenly woke up realising that it was his stop. Unfortunately by this point, the doors were closing, but he'd managed to get himself caught between both sets of doors (the train doors and the platform edge doors) and he pushed up against them to re-open the doorway. He then proceeded to turn around and start shouting at us calling us all cunts, before staggering onto the platform and making hand gestures at the train. This is when the train doors re-opened (as the driver most probably wasn't getting a 'doors closed' visual), so the gent continued to rant and swear at us through the open doors.
I guess some people just don't take rejection that well as others.