If I was ever considering striking up a conversaton with anyone on the bus which, let’s face it, I think we all know I never am, then I don’t think I would start it the way I heard a conversation start today.
There was some conversational foreplay beforehand, in which the man and woman had an awkward moment when he inadvertantly touched her with his hand, which he proceeded to hang over the back of her seat for the rest of the journey. But essentially the conversation started like this.
“‘ere, did you see the size of that fucking rat?”
Now, it was not established whether the rat was indeed fucking, or if this was just a word stuck in to carry across the enormity of the rodent in question.
Now, my ears pricked up during this conversation, because I recognised the man’s voice. And you’ll be thrilled to know it was the guy who fell asleep and then awoke with great aplomb last week wondering where he was.
He fell asleep again today, with his arm over the back of the woman-in-front’s seat. Clearly the discussion about the size of the rat “over by where McDonalds used to be” tired him out and he needed a nap to really consider what he’d seen. “If was as big as a fuckin’ cat” he said. Again, he didn’t specify…
I think, though, there’s a chance he fell asleep mid-conversation (or, more technically, monologue after he shushed the woman for implying the rat had been dining on McDonald’s when it’s clearly no longer there) as he just kind of stopped what he was saying. And having encountered him on the bus before, he doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who just stops talking – even if it’s clear no-one’s listening to him.