2 posts tagged “women”
This morning I had a meeting with my course leader, a man I greatly respect. He's done a lot of impressive work that I admire. I have a lot of time for somebody who is so passionate about what they do and how they help. My filming-partner and I sat down to discuss our film with him and all I could ever say was annoying stupid comments.
Before we met with him, we went over all the bits of the film. We know what we're making a film about and hopefully we'll get to meet our star later this week. We've got a great idea and it should be a nice film. Yet somehow, I manage to stumble, say something that really isn't very funny at all and leave my friend to pick up the pieces, explaining how far we've actually got.
What's even more annoying about my comments are that I know, just as I'm saying them, that they're stupid. The device which stops me from saying stupid things breaks whenever I meet somebody I respect.
Even more annoyingly, this also happens with women. I'm the friendliest, most gentle person in the world with everybody I know, but if I admire somebody, somehow all the crap that I save just falls out of my mouth and I look like an idiot.
You'd think, if I know all this, it shouldn't be hard not to make a fool of myself. But somehow, because I know this, it runs around in my head taunting me for a while. I stop myself from saying something, then it jumps out of my head and I make one of those jokes where your buttocks tense up because you're so embarrassed for me.
What with it being so packed, I sat on one of the little fold out seats in the corridor (with my hot chocolate and muffin), next to something which could have been a toilet (pictured).
It wasn't a toilet, but that didn't stop at least 30 people trying to get in there. What I found amazing is how different people react and do things, depending on their age and sex.
Any teenager that was looking for a toilet would either read the little sign, or they would try the door once and walk off.
Only one young man was looking for the toilet, he tried the door and asked me if it was a toilet. I tried to swallow my muffin but instead shook my head. He replied, "could it double as a toilet?", at which point I spluttered out part of the muffin I was trying to swallow. He laughed and continued his quest for the toilet.
A few women tried, all with similar responses. They would go up to the door, try the handle a couple of times. Then, odly, look at where they came from, glance at me and then continue down the train.
Older men all did the same quite silly thing. They would try the door, then try the door again. They would then read the sign that says nothing about toilets, and then try the door again. They would then look up and down the door, and try opening it again. One gentleman took a few steps back and took a small run-up before trying to open the door. Most would leave after a minute, but one gentleman wouldn't leave until I told him the toilet was further down the train.
How did I know there was a toilet further down the train? It's written above every carridge door.
Am I the only person who reads signs? Even when I don't need the toilet?
