And My First Born Shall Be Named Thus!
My first oversight was choosing to sit down. We all know my thoughts on how aware one must be when selecting a train seat, especially if young children are present (see previous entry https://peaktimetales.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/469/).
But on Friday I fell victim to my own warnings. Exhausted from the day, I clocked an empty seat and managed to make it my own without any hustle and bustle. As I started to flick through the Evening Standard, I felt an uncomfortable sensation. The hairs on my neck were more than alert. I glanced up and inadvertently caught the eye of the little girl sitting opposite. She smiled, nudged the arm of the girl sitting next to her (sisters, I presumed), who simply stared. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I reciprocated – the smile, not the stare! BIG mistake!
“I like your shoes,” first girl.
“Thank you,” slightly taken aback me.
Before I’d managed to locate my phone and play the whole “I’ve received an important text” face, both girls were staring. Where are their parent’s?
“Do you have any girls? Have you got children?” First girl.
I’m sorry? Did she just ask me what I think? I looked helplessly towards the passenger next to me, who was playing the fool, but I know he heard every word.
“Am, no, not yet,” slightly flustered me.
“Well, when are you going to get some?” Second girl makes her voice heard.
Seriously, where are their parent’s?
“Am, I’m not sure. Not quite yet.”
Oh. My Word. This is more than embarrassing. Please get off at the next stop, please, please, please.
“Well are you going to get a boy or a girl?” Second girl pipes up again.
“Yeah, what are you getting, and can we name them?” First girl is super excited at the prospect.
Finally Mum shows her face. She’s sitting adjacent to her delightful daughters.
“Girls, leave the young lady alone.” Obviously used to this, Mum.
Phew, saved by the mother hen.
“When you get them, can we name them?” First girl asks again.
I can see the only way out of this is to play along. Reluctantly.
“Well what would you like to call them?” Cannot believe what I’m doing.
Now the guy next to me looks over. He’s just waiting for my downfall, I can sense it.
“Well, you’re probably going to have a girl,” first girl consults second girl.
“She’s going to be called, Sequin,” first girl announces.
“Sequin?!” I say a little too loudly.
Mum looks over, mouthing, “Sorry.” The guy next to me is sniggering. I’m left open-mouthed.
“Well, I’ll bear that in mind. Thank you girls.”
And with that, they carried on as if I’d never sat down. What a way to end the week. Red-faced, definitely not broody and wishing I’d missed the train.