"Oh god, that's so annoying"
Rona said. "Exactly what you want when you're coming home from
"Yeah, seriously!" Miranda
agreed. "And I mean, it's not even like he was bad-looking
or anything, he was pretty cute actually, but it's just - mate,
seriously? You're hitting on me? On the train? I mean come on."
"Just leave people alone"
Rona said, shaking her head in wonder.
"Exactly. I'm on my way home
from work, I've been on my feet for eight fucking hours, my hair
smells like food and my face is all puffy from the heat and it's
just . . . I don't want to be told I'm pretty. I don't want to be
hit on. I don't even want to be looked at. I just want to be fucking
left alone for five minutes. You'd think someone on a rush-hour
train would know that. Isn't there a code?"
"There seriously is" Rona
agreed. "Just leave people the hell alone. Keep your head down,
mind your own business."
"Take their copy of MX
when they're finished with it."
"Jesus Rona, seriously? MX?"
"It's free" Rona shrugged.
"It's there. Gotta read something."
"Anyway so what did you say
to this guy?" Rona asked. "Did he say anything else?"
"God, I didn't want
to say anything to the creep. I just ignored him. I didn't even
look up, I heard him clearing his throat and I just kept my head
down. Pretended the fucker wasn't even there."
"I thought you said he was
good-looking. I mean not that it makes a difference, but I thought
you said that."
"I took a quick look at him
when he was walking away. He was staring out the window so he didn't
see me looking at him. Probably moping about how I didn't - I dunno,
do whatever he was expecting to happen. Bloody creep."
"I mean Christ, I don't want
to be attractive all the fucking time!" Miranda said again.
"Sometimes I just want to get home and put on tracksuit pants
and not have to talk to people."
Rona raised an eyebrow.
"I mean except you Rona, obviously."