(I began this at the beginning of my holidays but neglected to post it! I think I've told this story to most people I've met but if you haven't already heard it, enjoy:)
As I passed a café on my way to the station there were men sat out on the street and one of them was sat there with a PIGEON in a cage next to him on the table! Just taking in the street, leaning over and talking to this pigeon, as normal as you like.
I suspect this pigeon was really an enchanted princess.
But speaking of ENCHANTED, the second thing was as I arrived at Victoria Station I made a beeline for platform 17 direction which is normally the one I need to get home, and as I marched past, I looked up at the boards just to check and then saw that the train I had wanted had been CANCELLED! So I moved closer to try and see what other trains were going and to work out how I was to get home. I was aware that there were people from southern railway, dressed up as yellow houses giving out flowers and claiming that if you were called Victoria, you could travel for free. I moved closer, interested in the flowers but mostly preoccupied with finding the quickest way home as my journey had already been long and delayed and I was utterly shattered, when suddenly by my side, a man dressed as a mariachi playing a guitar appeared and has evidently just sung me a question! In my half-dazed state I said "Pardon?" and he repeated, in the most wonderfully awful Mexican accent:
"Hello! Is your name Victoria?"
I replied that sadly, it was not.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Sophie." I said.
"SooooO-phiiiieeEEEE!!" he sang "And where are you going today?"
"Home, to Durrington, but-"
"DuurrrringtooooooooOOOON!" He sang and peered at the boards, and after a pause, "Eh-what train will you take?"
"Well," I began. "I was going to take the 17.17 to Littlehampton but unfortunately it appears to have been cancelled", indicating the boards.
My mariachi man looked up in complete shock and indignation and twanged his guitar vigourously, crying
"I deMAND that this TRAIN be RE-inSTATED for SOOOOphiEEEEE!!"
And there he made violent jabbing motions with his guitar at the boards, as if they were a mighty dragon, with cries of "YA!" and "OLÉ!"
After this impressive display he fell silent and turned to me sheepishly and in his silly little accent said
"Well I hope you have a good journey home."
And I, after recovering from my fit of giggles assured him that I was certain he'd helped and would go to the platform to see if it had worked, set on getting home, still feeling enormously tired but a lot happier.
And that was it! I just walked away!
No dueting, singing my replies, proposals of marriage or even a number! I only realised my mistake once I'd arrived home (it had worked - I got the gatwick express to East Croydon and picked my original train up there) and related the tale to Mike and Dad who looked at me in complete disbelief, saying "But Soph, that's your IDEAL MAN!"
My perfect Enchanted moment... and I walked away.
I am SUCH a fool.
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