Subway & Needles

Last week I found it very hard to do work on the subway. I took my seat, and soon noticed that the woman to my left was talking to herself. Not reading to herself, but talking. Then I noticed that she seemed to be incorporating bits and pieces of other people's conversations into her own (I guess it is a good way not to get bored).

Then she took out the knitting needles.

The rest of the ride was one eye on my book and one eye on her.