The tube strike of 29/30 April led me a merry dance indeed. While largely unscathed I did find myself, twice, at Earl's Court with two equally unideal choices.
1) Cram onto a tube for a hellish three stops, or:
2) Walk 2 miles home along the dreary A4.
On the first day I managed to lure some friends to a pub in Kensington, therefore dividing the journey into two manageable chunks - the second chunk decidedly more pleasant than the first.
On the second day I took my march on the chin and stomped up beside the traffic of the A4.
Alongside me the automobiles took up all three lanes, inching along at just about an acceptable pace. A while down the road there was a bit of a surge forward.
One van in the middle lane however, was not participating in said surge. I walked past and didn't think too much about it until I heard a shout - garbled, perhaps a middle eastern accent.
I turned round out of curiosity, catching glimpse of something that would allow me to decipher the previous exclamation. This is what he had said,
"Here! Have a banana!"
In his hand he had two conjoined bananas that he was in the process of unbuckling. The car on the other side of him was poised, window down, seemingly very open to this unexpected delivery. The banana landed and the two vehicles speed up.
At no point did I glimpse the person in the receiving car.
Quite how this situation arose is open to much speculation.
Not strictly a tube tale, but it was the tube that forced me to witness it.