Mowed down
I’ve been spotted a few times on my daily commute (and heading to and from London when I was between jobs) and it’s always amusing to hear what people say. “I saw you charging through Liverpool street station” was one comment, but my favorite was “You passed me, well, I say passed, nearly mowed me down…”
When navigating Liverpool Street at rush hour there is only one approach and it’s not timid. People are walking up and down the station to get from one end to the other, crossing it to get to the tube or generally milling about waiting to find out where their train is leaving from (or if it’s leaving at all). The resulting psndsmonium means there is no room for politeness, no hope for the timid and down right impossible to traverse without carving up at least one person. I generally put on my game face, play something agressive and loud on the iPod and weave through everyone at speed. I keep out of the way of others doing the same and generally only carve up those who are being timid or indecisive as I can’t work out where they’re going to be in the next 2 seconds. You’ll note the ‘nearly’ in relation to the mowing down accusation. Unlike most people I’m actually paying attention so when you wonder into my path I can avoid you and not mow you down. There’d be many collisions if I didn’t.
I once shared your attitude to other people in Liverpool St Station until one day I ‘nearly mowed down’ a uniformed gentlemen in full body armour and carrying a sub-machine gun. He suggested restraint in a way that is hard to argue with
goron said this on September 26th, 2008 at 9:39 am