Small incidents

There are moments in life, as brief as they are fleeting, which do nothing to change the world yet lighten the mood and leave us with a chuckle. Two such occurred to me today with the space of two hours, both on the tube.

The first occurred on the outward journey. We reached Moorgate where the train stopped for a moment or two with the doors open. Opposite to me, two seats from a door, a young man was absorbed in his newspaper. Suddenly he emitted a little “Oh!” sound and sprang to his feet – a classic case of I-nearly-missed-my-stop. He dashed for the door and managed to alight just as the beepers announced that the doors were about to close. Several of us remaining passengers looked at one another and chuckled. I glanced out onto the platform and saw the young man. Looking slightly embarrassed, he smiled and gave a little wave before walking off towards the exit. That little interchange was one of the warm moments between strangers that are both amusing and touching and which you remember forever.

The second was when I sat down on the tube again on the inward journey. Tigger had saved me a copy of City A.M. for the sudoku puzzle. This tends to be a hard one and as I sat down, I saw a copy of another free newspaper, Metro lying on the seat nearby. Its sudoku is a little easier. I reached for the paper… and so did a man sitting the other side of it. We both stopped, smiled and gestured to the other “Take it”. Impasse. We sat there smiling at each other. Then I waved my City A.M. and said “You take it; I have one.” He took it and nodded his thanks. An unimportant exchange but cheering in its way.

As we arrived at Angel station, I saw that the other man had gone and that the Metro was again on the seat. I picked it up as I left the train. On the escalator, I opened it, looking for the sudoku. Ironically, the page was missing!

Neither incident is important in the history of the world yet they remain in my mind as strangely pleasant memories. Given that first contacts between strangers are often so easy and pleasant, how does it come about that there is so much hatred and violence between people all over the planet? If I could answer that question, I would be wise indeed.


About SilverTiger

I live in Islington with my partner, "Tigger". I blog about our life and our travels, using my own photos for illustration.
This entry was posted in Out and About and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Small incidents

  1. baralbion says:

    Must be something in our evolution. In the absence of any obvious threat, cooperation may be the default. A train carriage, above or below ground, is our temporary community and we act as if those around us were part of our extended family.

    Well, it was worth a try.

  2. SilverTiger says:

    There’s possibly something in this. It fits with the contrary effect of being shut up in a car, for example: everyone outside the vehicle comes to be seen as a nuisance, an obstacle or even the “enemy”.

    Homo sapiens is a gregarious and cooperative species but because it is tribal it has to defend itself against raiders and invaders. This makes us schizoid: one minute we are chummy and helpful; the next we are ready to beat the living daylights out of someone.

Genuine comments are welcome. Spam and comments with commercial URLs will be deleted.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.