Co-passenger in cab makes polite small talk.
Picks up phone, unlocks screen.
Hardcore porn begins to play, at full volume.
After ten seconds that felt like an eternity, fellow manages to switch it off.
Very human mistake only, but now I’d rather just listen to my music and be silent.
But braveheart that he is, dudebro initiates small talk, the fact that his cab passenger know about his what tickles his innermost fancies in five minutes be damned.
Tries to ask me how to spell my name so he can find me on FB.
Tell him I don’t add strangers, sorry.
Asks me for number so we can “hangout in HSR”.
Told him I’m a nomad who doesn’t believe in homes and I crash on people’s couches and today I just happened to be in HSR.
He looks confused, paavam.