Whenever I get a copy of The London Paper, one of the columns I eventually end up turning to is the one where people text in a little message to someone they've seen but were too shy to go up to. I guess it's something akin to the Missed Connections section of CraigsList, but more public, and with a possibility that the other person may recognise a particular encounter as described in 140 characters or however many that are allowed.

While I like reading the posts - I guess it's kind of like a study of human interaction - I'll admit a small part of me hopes that I'll one day find myself in there. Not because I think there's a Prince Charming out there who'll notice me as I sit opposite him in the train or what not. But just so that I can say, hey, the sheer force of my personality made someone notice me enough to go to the trouble of writing in. In other words, the same reasoning why I liked listening to Flirty at 9.30.

In my previous job, the chances of my appearing on that page were very low. I walked to work, after all, and never ever bumped into anyone. In my new job, however, I commute, so the probability has increased just a little bit. But with my luck, rather than offering to buy me a drink or what not sometime, the post will read something like this:

To the Chinese lady who tumbled head over heels down the stairs at [censored] tube on Thursday morning, you're a clutz and you need less slippery shoes. Don't wear heels if you can't handle them!

For that's precisely what happened. Except that it had nothing to do with heels and I have no idea how or why I fell the way I did. I'm just lucky that I decided to wear trousers to work, or I would have ended up with no skin on both my shins. Yowtch!

That's not even the worst part. Not a single person tried to help me. I heard someone ask if I was all right, but when I got to my feet, there was not a kind soul in sight. One of my best friends said that I shouldn't have been my typical tough girl and pulled myself up that quickly (even though I had to lean against the wall after that), and that I should have "played it like the Italian football team, and [stayed] on the ground for longer in order to milk sympathy."

Hee!