My commute to work takes about an hour door to door. In addition, in that I’m a bit far out, I don’t take the London Underground trains to work. I take one of the commuter rails as its faster. As such, I’ve become a slave to the train schedule – more so in the morning than in the afternoon. And every morning for the past week or so, I’ve noticed this one guy and I think he has noticed me as well. We take the same train and get on the same coach car each morning. But I doubt I’ll ever speak to him. Partly because it goes against the English rule of talking to strangers. Also, because if I did speak to him (or he did to me for that matter), it might ruin the illusion. Plus, what if we have nothing in common? Then it would become totally awkward and embarrassing and I’d have to try and hide at the other end of the platform. So I’m comforted by his presence on the platform each morning, but I pretend he doesn’t exist while at the same time sneaking peaks while reading my book. Goodness! I hope this doesn’t turn into a nightmare.