The tube isn't a nice place to be at rush hour but, the Northern line seems to be the worst. I'm 6' 4" tall and the trains on this line don't have much in the way of headroom. Thankfully the journey is quite short.
Still, the time drags because you've nothing to do. There's no room to read a book or newspaper and talking to a stranger is tantamount to admitting schizophrenia. Don't make eye contact and don't get caught looking at cleavage.
You have to find other ways to pass the time. There was a much shorter man standing directly in front of me. The top of his head only came up to my chest. I couldn't be blamed for breathing directly onto his bald spot through my nose, could I? It must have irritated the hell out of him. Ha.
Sometimes I feel I'll never grow up.
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