London Underground is my main transportation to work. For 5 years I know it can leave me drained, smelly, angry, frustrated, trapped, — stressed! I’ve had near miss fights. I’ve had a few elbow-run-in’s & a couple of groping hands.

For lack of something to write I will start a journal of what I think are “interesting” events in my tube journey.

In New York and Melbourne a lot of women in business suits wear sneakers/running shoes/trainers (british slang) to work. Here the practicality is just beginning to appeal the Londoners. So often you’d see women in killer stilleto heels running up & down the escalators. You’d also see some of them tumbling over, most get their heels stuck in the wedges of the floor. Foolish but it’s their choice & their ankle at stake, so who cares?

What irritates me are those women who insists on crossing their legs whilst sitted in the train. Their foot gently hitting your leg if you happen to stand in front of them. Most often people would trip if they pass them on the way in/out.

So ayan ang nangyari kahapon. Some blonde who thinks she’s really cool & fashionable in her suede boots kept her foot aloft a-bumping my leg, asking for revenge. Sitting down, I stepped on her foot only just slightly to annoy her. It worked, I was polite so I said sorry. On the way out, aba nakaharang pa din ang paa, I stepped on her foot again – hard.

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