Who gets the seat?

Piccadilly line, 1pm: Hot and sweaty on the tube today, as always. Papers scattered everywhere but nobody seems to care. Everyone is reading, the girl next to me had a smile on her face, I feel like she wonders what I'm doing. 

Holborn: A mixture of old and young people get on but no seats are available and none offered. An old man stands looking almost a bit bitter at this lack of respect, which is conflicting with his aggressive tough man look suggesting he'd be offended to be considered weak enough to need a seat anyway.   A woman pretends to read the metro whilst peering over the top looking about either to see where she is or because she is amused with the rest of us. Just made eye contact with the man opposite, he looked back awkwardly, it's not acceptable for men to make eye contact according to this man. 
Russel Square: Tourists get on. They can only be tourists. They look thoroughly unsatisfied, Londoners know not to bother with that look anymore and by the looks of things they just made the mistake of declining to use the lift in the station. They no doubt believed they could easily manage the 175 step spiral staircase in the station, a mistake people only make once at this stop I should imagine.  Meanwhile, I wonder if the sleeping guy down the other end has long missed his stop? An older woman checks her diary. It looks empty from here but some people do like to try and look important!

 

Kings Cross: A woman with a bright orange top gets on, she looks like one of these busy body types, fussing about with her iPod as if it were alive and might respond differently to being handled so violently. She glares at it, and shoogles it about, hoping for it to play a better song perhaps. I'm sure the iPod is unaffected by this although Apple might do well to consider setting up a support group if not for the products themselves, for the owners who treat them like some sort of broken wind-up toy.

Holloway road: Messy guy gets on all covered in paint. Think he is drinking beer, which is ok.  I think afternoon drinking should be encouraged in the summer (and winter). But then he takes the daily star out and as if it makes it more acceptable, flips it to the sport side. As if the backside of such a paper would have any more credibility. A rather big guy gets on, he is perched on one of the side seats with a grin on his face. He manages to make himself look a bit guilty, a morning spent at Dixie chicken, no doubt. I personally prefer KFC. Mmmmmmmmmmm.