The other day I got on a bus and there was an old man slumped in the front seat, smiling to himself and singing over and over ‘In the grey midwinter’.
Other passengers ignored him as best they could, but when we pulled over to a bus stop, he called out gaily, ‘ding ding, bus stopping’, then went back to his singing.
I was starting to enjoy this, as people were smiling as they got on and off with his accompaniment.
He soon got off, and several women on the bus stop looked at him as if he had three heads. Only then did I realise he was wearing a lot of mascara. but he started chatting to them and they were soon smiling.