Words were being exchanged!
“Ya White Bitch!” Flew through the open windows of the bus, and to a human, we passengers whipped our heads round to source of the fracas. We were street side, just past Piccadilly Circus’s Eros statue (actually Anteros). We observed two ladies, both Christian pamphleteers in the middle of what appeared to be a turf war. One of the women wore a grand, red turban in a British-Jamaican style, the other, her protagonist, wore stylish sunglasses á La white and urban; both ladies clutched a fistful of Church pamphlets.
Stuck in traffic, we passengers had ringside seats.
“OOOh! It’s a fight!” Trilled one bus-goer, as we all gawped shamelessly.
“What did you call me?” Inquired Stylish-Sunglasses.
“I call’d ya a whaate bitch!” drawled Red-Turban loudly, unfortunately, a gob of spit accompanied this missive, landing on Stylish-Sunglasses’s horrified face.
“I beg your pardon?”
Stylish-Sunglasses returned this compliment, by way of several pamphlets aimed squarely at Red-Turban’s face; the pamphlets fluttered to the pavement like broken teeth.
“Not that I condone violence, but my money’s on Red-Turban, ay?” Commented a droll Australian passenger — like any true sportsman.
Almost as if in response, Red-Turban pulled Stylish-Sunglasses’s hair. (By now, bystanders were whipping out their mobiles to catch all the action.)
The women danced round each other to the tinny irony of ‘Amazing Grace’ still issuing from their portable speaker.
In a surprisingly deft move, and perhaps by way of variety? Stylish-Sunglasses knocked the red turban off Red-Turban’s head, where the wind picked up the crimson headpiece rolling it gutter ward. Ex-Red Turban parried by knocking off Stylish-Sunglasses’s, stylish sunglasses..
Both heroines now faced the critical choice of either beating a retreat in order to retrieve their gear or landing another ‘good one’ on the enemy. Unfortunately, our bus lurched forward and we saw no more.
“It really pays to accessorize!” Quipped the bus Wit (me).
London Sketches – OOH! It’s a fight!
...dancing to the tinny irony of 'Amazing Grace' issuing from a portable speaker.