Not so personal stereo

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”.

Damn.

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.