>be me >parents drag me to london for some reason >go on the “cheewb” (metro) >everything fine >group of about 15 indians storm in 2 stops later >they reek of curry and body oder >they have a child running around naked >3 people are yelling at each other in a language that resembles a monkey’s screeching >a few people are on the phone playing loud music or subway surfers or some shit >an infant child is crying >one man asks me something in a scramble of british and Indian English and yells at me after i don’t understand >some guy is hitting what i can only presume was his daughter or the way i know them, his wife >they get of 2 stops later >see out the window how one of them starts pissing on the train tracks >after we lwft the metro my dad turns to me and says >”well that was an experience”