PUBLIC transportation, public is the key word
Every month or so, I get the sudden urge to go on a massive window shopping extravaganza which involves hitting up all the retail hotspots, and coming home empty handed. This is usually because of three reasons
1. The stores never have the clothes I like in my size
2. The lines are too long or no one will help me
3. I’m sure as hell not paying £78 for that jumper.
I was on the Central Line on my way towards Oxford Circus. It was around midday so the tube was rather crowded. Four stops before I was to get off, a 20 something woman entered the train with her ipod blaring in her ears, and sort of nodding her head to rythm of the song. Over the course of the next four stops, she made a series of underground faux paus that I thought I may share so that the rest of the city can be aware.
1. She clearly had her mp3 player set to the maximum volume. Unfortunately, this meant that everyone else on the train were able to follow and sing along to this passenger’s R&B song of choice. However, no one did.
2. You obviously truly enjoys her music, because she was audibly humming along to every song that she put on. As though the Central Line westbound train became her own personal recording studio, and she was grooving along.
3. You could clearly tell when her favorite part was coming soon because she began to sing to herself in the train. The level of her singing volume was a little above a whisper but yet was still heard by the rest of the passengers.
4. When I gave her my glance of disapproval, she shot me an even nastier look back. Apparently, her sing a long was a gift that I didn’t really appreciate.
Perhaps I was mistaken in thinking that the purpose of an ipod is to listen to music in public places with the use of ipod buds leave the people around you the chance NOT to hear your awful music. It’s not always awful, but it seems as though whenever I’m involved (on buses with people’s phones blaring dont get me started) it’s always some awful hip hop or some terrible terrible R&B. Anyways, the best thing I could do was give her the “look around you, no one’s really pleased with your singing” glance. It worked, and I got off just in the nick of time.