There’s a window I regularly grace to purchase my train ticket after work. At that window, I frequently encounter a man who I know not by name, but by his consistence in applauding me each and every time I recite my request.
Example:
“A single to {home/the boyfriend’s} please.”
*Money-ticket exchange*
“That a girl!”
Or:
“Single to {the studio} please.”
*Money-ticket exchange*
“That’s the way!”
The reason for this pre-commute encouragement baffles me and the only thing I can think of is he happens to be the guy I clumsily ask sometimes, while at Central, for “a single to Central”.
The problem is I’m going to gain a big head if he keeps commending me on my 10/10 ticket-ordering performances.
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