So the other day I was sitting upstairs (obviously) on the number 23 bus merrily making my way back from Soho when I get a tap on the shoulder. I turn around and this man passes me a note. I read it waiting to find out where to send my £5,000 to help his dying mother who got caught in the volcanic ash shenanigans and is now stuck in Nigeria, desperate to find her way back to her son in London.
But no. The note read as follows: "Hello. I am deaf and cannot speak to you. You look very nice" (clearly this man didn't know me). "Can I add you as my friend on facebook?"
Of course, I replied "oh that's lovely. I'm really quite thrilled that you would like to add me to your facebook friends particularly after you've obviously formed a strong connection with my back. However, I only add people I know or I think may have a relatively good chance of winning an Olympic marathon medal to my facebook community". He looked at me blankly - he wasn't making the deaf part up.
So my point is this. While public transport can be a festering pool of disease it can also be a veritable pool of talent and opportunity. Have your pen and paper ready, people..you never know who you might pick up. And when your oyster card expires, get yourself on to HelloPulse
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