It's Not For Comfort

I know why the seats on trains have high backs. I found out on Sunday when I had to take the replacement bus service from Leigh to Pitsea and was confronted by this.




Aside from his corned beef ears (they really were made of corned beef!) what I found most alarming was this creatures' hair situation. He'd opted for the 'if I cant see the back of my head no one can' attitude. He was clearly oblivious to the fact that shaving the front of his hair down to a number one and leaving the bits he couldn't see in the mirror long, greasy and infested with dandruff would induce absolute disgust on the poor people that were to sit behind him on the replacement bus.

You can't really judge something until you have something to compare it to. So it might have been better if he'd left the whole of his head long and greasy but because the front was so short it just highlighted the filthy mess he'd made at the back. If you're fat don't stand next to anything streamline.

So for 25 minutes I stared at the back of a mans head with what I can only describe as disgusted fascination, thinking about how I hated buses where we are forced to contend with these views. Why do these filthy creatures only come out on buses I thought. And then I remembered about the high seats on the c2c and how we are all hidden from one another in our safe little seated areas. They are still there. Just disguised behind the grey plastic paneling of the seats. Nice familiar simple grey paneling. How I have taken you for granted.