Deja Vu? A hot flush of embarrassment?
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I had a very odd experience yesterday afternoon. I was on a train from Richmond to Clapham Junction and sitting in the seat right opposite to me was a young chap, smarttly suited and fiddling about with his mobile phone and pretty insignificant as far as all the passengers in the carriage were concerned. But I kept thinking 'I know you from somewhere' although I couldn't place where I knew him from.
All of a sudden, I realised when I'd seen him before. It was just before Christmas last year and I posted the incident on here at the time - he was the bloke that I and many others saw horrifically wet himself at the turnstiles outside the gents toilet at Victoria station as he was presumably trying to find the loose change necessary to gain access.
It was definitely him. As soon as I remembered it I knew instantly that it was him. I didn't know him from Adam and yet a feeling of terrible embarrassment swept over me. I don't know why particularly but I felt incredibly embarrassed for him and felt my face colouring up a bit, even though we didn't make eye contact or anything so there was absolutely no reason in the world to have felt awkward.
I was actually pleased when we got to Clapham and both got off and he strode away unknowingly leaving me feeling as if I'd seen someone/something I shouldn't have done.
Isn't it odd how some things cause such odd feelings of embarrassment? Q
All of a sudden, I realised when I'd seen him before. It was just before Christmas last year and I posted the incident on here at the time - he was the bloke that I and many others saw horrifically wet himself at the turnstiles outside the gents toilet at Victoria station as he was presumably trying to find the loose change necessary to gain access.
It was definitely him. As soon as I remembered it I knew instantly that it was him. I didn't know him from Adam and yet a feeling of terrible embarrassment swept over me. I don't know why particularly but I felt incredibly embarrassed for him and felt my face colouring up a bit, even though we didn't make eye contact or anything so there was absolutely no reason in the world to have felt awkward.
I was actually pleased when we got to Clapham and both got off and he strode away unknowingly leaving me feeling as if I'd seen someone/something I shouldn't have done.
Isn't it odd how some things cause such odd feelings of embarrassment? Q
devnull said:
Funnily enough, as I was at Paddington last week and popping 30p into the stiles to pay my contribution to the sewers, I thought of that thread discussing that unfortunate fellow. I always carry loose change (poo tokens) with me now for this very reason.
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