Train Station Friend!

I arrived at the train station an extremely damp Dalgleish after battling my way through the torrential rain, and winds that blew through Pontyclun. It was a freezing October morning, and my feet were already soaked through. Why I walked out the house wearing summer shoes I’ll never know, but it’s a mistake I won’t make again, as I had to sit through 14 hours in work with no shoes, and no way of drying them. Luckily enough a spare pair of slippers found their way to me so not all was lost!

            Like I said I walked into the shelter at the train station where a couple of people were huddled keeping warm. At half 6 in the morning the platform’s not really busy, so I walked to the farther end to stand alone. I’m not overly sociable during a large portion of the AM, and being wet as well was not adding to my mood. I was stood minding my own business listening to Nick Grimshaw on Radio1 who I love. He’s so much better than Chris Moyles it’s amazing! I feel like we’d be friends, maybe one day I can hang out with him and Harry of 1D fame?! Well a girl can dream.

            So as I was saying I was standing in the shelter when I was tapped on the leg by a man. I didn’t even realise he was sitting on the floor behind me. I jumped away ‘coz to be fair I S*** myself.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise I was stood in the way.” I said to the man sat on the ground that was either still drunk from the night before, or was still drinking.

“That’s okay” He slurred back. Are you on your way to work?”

Oh, Okay so this was going to be a conversation. He was homeless, it was cold and miserable so I though I’d chat. So we had a little convo about where I worked. It means an awful lot when a dirty, drunk man, dressed rather scruffily mocks you for working in a call centre. He had a sense of humour I guess, and I whole heartedly agreed with him! He seemed harmless enough, until the conversation deepened.

“You don’t really stand very high off the ground do you?”

I turned and looked at him, laughing.

“No I guess I don’t.”

He continued to look up at me not saying anything.

“I mean I’m serious, you’re a very little person aren’t you?”

I smiled back at him, what was this obsession he seemed to have with my height? I never even knew I was that short, I always thought I was just a little below average. It wasn’t like I was Thumbelina or anything. I’m like 5ft1. He continued to stare at me, and my smile began to fade as I waited for the train. I looked around trying not to make eye contact as I turned my radio back on and slightly turned away. I wasn’t going to be rude, even if this was getting a little creepy.

            Without me realising he had stood up and positioned himself right next to me. I caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye, and nervously started laughing to myself because he was literally inches from my face. I was getting nervous now and he was getting friendlier.

“When I stand up, your even smaller.” I didn’t really feel clever enough to point out to him that this fact was obvious, it’s all just physics! Thank God I could see the train coming as well. I was ready to wrap up this brief encounter before my new boyfriend! I turned to say bye. As I did he was right in my face, literally centimetres from nose. He looked at me dead in the eyes.

“You are so little I could carry you around in a box, or a small container.”

On that note I thought it best to leave with my life in tact. It’s safe to say that I learned my lesson for taking public transport. Back to the car for me I think!