I write my diary on the 7.56 pm local.
I look at the man nodding off on my left. He looks sixty. He is fat and bald. I can see that. He doesn't have hair on his head. He has a large nose and hair on his ears, like vertical eyelashes. He has an ugly mole on his chin.
I turn to look at him. He is staring at me. I jump. “Eeeks! You scared me!”
“Are you making fun of me?” he points at my phone.
“Uh...no...I wasn’t.”
“Biff!”
I look at the man nodding off on my left. He looks sixty. He is fat and bald. I can see that. He doesn't have hair on his head. He has a large nose and hair on his ears, like vertical eyelashes. He has an ugly mole on his chin.
I turn to look at him. He is staring at me. I jump. “Eeeks! You scared me!”
“Are you making fun of me?” he points at my phone.
“Uh...no...I wasn’t.”
“Biff!”