I'm on the train heading to uni.
Three lebanese guys and a girl get on at the other end of my carriage. They start talking really loudly and obnoxiously. We stop at Glenfield and one of them points out the window and goes.
'Oi. Dats Tessa'
'Oh f*ck man, you're right'
'She's such a slut man'
They start playing gangsta rap on their phones, because apparently they think that is what the rest of the carriage wants to hear too. I am just about to call out to them to turn their terrible music down when they turn it off themselves. Thank god. I realise how close I just came to being bashed.
Two more men enter the carriage. They look kinda like italian mobster bodyguards. They sit in the seats in front of me. They are wearing expensive gold sunglasses, a rolex, and thick gold bracelets. The Mafia. Definitely the Mafia.
I think. 'Well. At least they'll protect me if the lebs start playing their music again and I can't contain myself'
Then one of mobsters says to the other
'Hey. Do they still sell that sparkly toothpaste back home? Y'know. The one with the tube in the shape of a star? It like, glitters on your teeth and shit...”
I realise that I am in the crackhouse carriage. Again.
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