This story is so delightful, I forgot the written word is dead while I was reading it.

I am having such a wonderful day on the tubes I can't not share this story. Let me build the scene:Central Line between...

Posted by Scott Sparrow on Monday, 10 August 2015
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This is the kind of anecdote that can't really be verified, but you want it to be true so badly it doesn't even matter. It is also kind of ageist (I mean, leave that old lady's age alone!), but is told with such complete delight it'll still bring a smile to your face:

I am having such a wonderful day on the tubes I can't not share this story. Let me build the scene:
Central Line between Oxford Circus and Chancery Lane, possibly St Pauls.
To my right is sat a lady, 25-30, wearing a revealing dress. 
To my left is an old lady, almost dead is how old she is. 
Standing in front of us is a man, 50's, suit and tie, eyeing revealing dress. 
Suit leans over to the revealing dress lady and says "Have some self respect when you dress yourself"
Revealing dress lady blushes to the colour of her almost not there dress.
Old soon to be dead lady is having none of this and in a south london accent shouts out "She can wear or not wear whatever the fuck she likes, even if she was naked with a sign pointing to her fanny (she said fanny on the central line by St Pauls) and the sign pointed to her fanny which said ...PARTY CITY ALL INVITED...then that would still be none of your bloody business now fuck off back to your bored wife!"
Red dress then hugs the walking dead and old suit walks off.

That old lady will be my hero for the rest of her life, even if the rest of her life is like only another week. She was so old.

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Sources: Scott Sparrow