This morning, an old lady hopped on the 67 bus route to Wood Green and came sitting right next to me. Smiling, she said something to gain my attention.
Maybe she only wanted to exchange a few nice words with somebody, have a quick and pleasant conversation before ending up at home on her chair.
But I’ll never know. Because I totally ignored her and barely smiled back.
The fact that I was focused on some reading and listening to music doesn’t count as an excuse, and I didn’t even have the decency of taking off my earphones, ask her to repeat herself and how her day was so far.
We often say that people in London are extremely individualistic, and judging by my own behaviour, this is so damn true.
The Britalian Post