Accismus

A guy with a body like a spaghetti noodle and Warhol hair trotted alongside a lovely, stylish, and utterly fed up-looking Asian woman in boots and tights. ‘It’s not that I don’t trust you,’ he whined. ‘It’s just that you always threaten me, so I caaaan’t trust you!’

On the train, a very young guy with acne scars and unfocused eyes danced wildly holding the hands of a baby in a carriage propped between his knees. He giggled and tossed his head back and forth, and pushed his face down close to the baby. The baby had the exact look you have when dealing with a temporarily amusing drunk person who you fear could blow any minute.