The train toilet was occupied. Unfortunately they had not locked the door. I was about to walk in on a confused user, unable to fathom the complexity of lights and locks, when a young man told me the true situation in the cabinet.
I thanked and waited, warning another who came up and who intended to take the available light as erroneously as I did; until forewarned.
How did the young man who had forewarned me of the chance of a social faux pas if I walked in on a busy woman get on to the question of organic Rice Krispies with me? By the time the cabinet was empty we had progressed on to his 180ft garden and his growing of virtually all of his own vegetables.
I was moved once again by the humanity of many people I meet. The people who help you and you may help. Is there a potential app for this?
Having used the facilities, noting once again that they had no water in the hand wash part, but fortunately only needing to rearrange my increasingly complicated hair, I carried on talking with the tattooed man.
His passion for organic vegetables was intense, and added to the realisation that nature was the business. Minutes later he got off the train to go to work as an assistant at a hospice. I sat in the seat he left and mused as I often do on the happenstances of life. On the fact that a potentially embarrasssing bit of small talk can blow you away. That this man was a rounded bloke and obviously like me was a talker to all and sundry.
I was moved once again by the humanity of many people I meet. The people who help you and you may help. Is there a potential app for this?