Shannon and I are on our way home Sunday afternoon. A youngish man (20´s? 30´s?) gets on the metro, makes a beeline for us, and proceeds to stand over us, staring intently at us with a half-grin on his face for several minutes. What can we do but laugh? It´s not flattering; just creepy and ridiculous. But he takes our laughter as a compliment and tries to laugh with us, which only makes us laugh harder, our faces turning red.
Some days the platform at Puente Alcocer smells like it´s been hosed down with piss. Today was one of those days.
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