Sat on the train waiting for it to leave London Victoria station with my headphones in and playing a game on my phone.
A woman sits opposite me, also with headphones in, and we exchange a glance that suggests a mutual appreciation of music on the move; or it could’ve been ‘what the fuck are you looking at pal?’
I’ve never been great at picking up these subtleties.
Anyway, no more than a minute had passed when the man sat next to her tapped her on the shoulder and gestured that she should turn her music down.
I took out my right earphone just in case she kicked off, which I didn’t want to miss. Plus it’ll give me something funny to blog. Alas, all I heard her say, with a smile, was “of course, no problem”.
She then rolled her eyes, stood up, muttered ‘prick’ and moved to the next carriage.
‘Thank you’, I thought, as I turned my music down.
Wtf makes you think anyone wants to listen to your music? They used to be called personal stereos. What do you think the personal bit meant? Why do people insist on letting the whole carriage hear their racket.