digestive biscuit

This morning when I approached the window of the ticket booth at Archway tube I requested my usual 7 day travel pass for zones 1 and 2. I recognised the man at the counter who had been smiling broadly at the previous customer and he gave me a strange look as I stepped forward. I proffered my oyster card and request and after another five seconds of staring he asked me -

"Would you like a biscuit?"

my brow automatically furrowed before I raised an eyebrow, and after a short pause enquired as to whether it was chocolate (it was). I said yes then I would love a biscuit but then continued to ask him if he had done anything to it. He laughed and said I knew where he worked and produced a chocolate digestive which he handed to me under the money tray, held between two fingers at all times to keep it clean and off the counter.
I took it carefully, thanked him and smiled broadly, displaying my prize proudly and grinning like a lunatic all the way down the escalator. I'm not sure why he gave me a biscuit, perhaps I looked as miserable as I felt. Eitherway, it made me feel like people aren't so bad, afterall.

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Lives of the Muses

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Favourite Quotes:

(On Elizabeth Siddal's watercolour painting 'We are Seven')

"That a girl brought up in London, within a street or two of the Elephant and Castle, should have selected such a subject and executed it from pure imagination is remarkable."

(Lee Miller on her profession as a photojournalist)

"I'm extremely irritable quite often and especially when I don't understand people. I'm also inclined to scream at them when they try to tell me that the bombed out Hobfrau Haus won't make an interesting picture because it is all destroyed...The first ten times I explain that I'm busy making documents not art, and the eleventh I start screaming, 'For Christ's sake shut up and mind your own business-'".