Now that I am settled into my routine at work I can travel to school the same way each day.
1. Depart house at 7:30
2. Walk down Upper St. (12 min.)
3. Wait 8 minutes (sometimes a little less if I swing in for a Starbie's (that is British for Starbucks)
4. Board the overground train at 7:50
5. Arrive at the Finchley Road & Frognal Stop at 8:13 on the nose (unless, of course, there is a train delay)
6. Absolutely haul ass up the hill and arrive to school by 8:15 sharp. I am convinced that my jaunt up the hill takes longer than two minutes; however, there is some sort of time continuum I walk through everyday. It's awesome.
I have journeyed this way consistently enough to know the people at Starbie's, recognize people on the street, and even wave to the girl who tried to screw us over when we got my cell phone (kill her with kindness is my modo!). Usually on the overground, I cram myself into a corner, pull out my latest book, and zone out for 23 minutes. But, one day last week I decided to break my routine....
It all started with a rancid smell. We are talking the kind of smell that burns your eyes and catches in your throat. This putrid reek startled me out of my reading coma and I looked up to find the source of this offensive odor. As the crowds on the train buried their faces in their scarves, violently waved their hands in front of their noses, and coughed like a cat hacking up a hair ball, I noticed a man who had a slightly devious grin on his face. He half-heartedly held his nose in an attempt to blend in and be discreet. However, in my mind he had been pegged. He was Mr. Pooped-His-Pants.
Sidenote: My immediate go-to with the Little Miss reference might stem from my recent time spent in the Early Childhood classrooms. Forgive me.
First there was Mr. I-Have-No-Ear-Drums: This guy was dressed like a Jnco Jeans advertisement as he was clearly embracing his inner Kenny Fisher. His massive lime-green headphones were strung out of his textured fuzzy backpack and music was absolutely BLASTING into his ears. The song playing was C&C Music Factory's, "Everybody Dance Now" which further added to the comedy. It might as well have been Puff Daddy jamming out to TLC's, "Waterfalls!" Kenny Fisher would have been so disappointed. Mr. I-Have-No-Ear-Drums also disappointed his ENT doctor as, following the train ride, his ears were sure to have been deemed useless. In fact, the song was so loud that a woman a few feet away was absent-mindedly bobbing her head in beat with the song.
Lesson Learned: Sometimes you should just put down your book and take a look around.