When a stranger talks to me, I react with suspicion (albeit polite suspicion) and reticence. In the gym today a woman just started talking to me in the changing room, there was no hello, or excuse me, just a launching straight in with ‘so how many times a week do you come?’ During the course of conversation I veered between thinking she was a- just being friendly b- a little bit crazy and c- just a bit lonely.
So is my crazy detector tuned just right or am I in fact the perfect example of an unfriendly Londoner? All I know is I wasn’t sticking round to find out. Bad enough I had to undress in front of this lady without her holding up the lunch portion of my lunch hour. So I said ‘Crazy lady say what?’ and she said ‘what?’ as I moved on toward the showers.*
*didn’t really
