At a Lose With Words

After yesterdays events i decided that i should go out and impress the world with my slight of hand. I get to college find an unwitting subject but whats this, my cards are not in their pocket, id forgotten them! so i spent the day felling rather like you do when you leave your phone at home.

So this post is not really about magic or mentalism but about a conversation i overheard on the X41 bus home. As i sit on the uneventful bus journey reading a fellow but far more talented mentalist's autobiography (the far more talented should have come as a given considering they have an autobiography commercially available) and a man with a lovely accent suddenly pipes up on the entrances into accrington
"how do you spell arrapla?" (now i am quick to add that i have no idea what or where or who this is in fact a nice squiggly red line has appeared and my lovely mac is offering the word arrival as a replacement in fact i got this spelling from the ensuing conversation) suddenly the whole bus woke up defensively expecting some kind of argument or insult but the man simply asked again "Well how do you spell arrapla?"

A lone lady piped up "i think its spelt araba" this was quickly followed by "actually i think its double 'r'" the next thing i know the bus is highly engaged in a discussion on how it should be spelt. I personally found this wonderful its rare that total strangers will just talk to each other so i thank this man for helping erase,  even if for just a few people, the social award-ness that comes with sharing transportation with complete strangers.