POKERS!!!!

Awfully long tube journey to and from South London (aka dirty South), produced two very colourful additions to the bus people collection.

So I got up on this gorgeous Saturday morning, really early... by 8am, I was on the empty tube... rows and rows and rows of empty seats.... I'm enjoying my brand new i-machine (while taking care to remember to curse at it occassionally and be completely hypocritical as I still pretend to hate Apple and all things MAC) .... and this girl, and her heinous combination of GEISHA/Dishwater soap (which perhaps only a Zimbabwean can appreciate) (oh, does the soap's name have anything to do with being a Chinese geisha? That would explain why it smells the way it does).. decides to basically sit on top of me. No, not really... but right next to me, ignoring the rows and rows and rows of empty seats she could have sat in. The smell is unbearable but I'm far too polite to move... so I grin and bear it while she frequently eyes the song on my i-machine (which I have just decided to name Louis Vuitton) or digs through her bag, making sure to elbow-poke me "accidently" more than once. WHY ME?

Then on the beach in sunny, lovely Brighton, which is a SOOO-me-city in its quirkiness and quaintness ... this old-white-guy... decides he needs to give me the 411 on the musicians on stilts that everyone was listening to... I nod politely, I keep nodding politely... I add an oh really... and the minute he thought I wasn't listening... POKE! POKE! POKE!... thank goodness for good friends with escape plans...

................ And then on the way back... A teenage mutant hero turtle, or a guy who looked exactly like a teenage mutant hero turtle - probably Leonardo because he had a blue sweater on... decides he loves me and must tell me. POKE! + overeager smile = I love you and I'm touching you. I feel quite bad for giving him the "you-insane-freak-from-hell" look... but I don't like to be poked... especially not by turtles. Again WHY ME?

Interestingly enough... I was thinking heavily about my poker face as vee was trying to teach me how to play... Maybe my poker face is a little too good... Maybe I need to deal honestly with pokers... a little less polite perhaps? tell them how I feel about being poked?