I was in Kew this evening. I spied a young Indian bloke, probably a student in a phone box. I could see the phone hand set in place. It was fairly dark by this time. He appeared to having a rest in the phone box.
Now this is the same sort of all purpose Telstra phone box, complete with a touch of graffiti, the lad was in. Is there not a better place to rest? I looked at his hands in case he had confused the purpose of a phone box, that is they are not for using your mobile phone in but there wasn't a mobile phone to his ear. Could be handsfree?
He looked to be a bit slumped in the phone box. Is he asleep? Is he dead? Will I go about my business and ignore the matter? Would it hurt to give him a nudge and say Orright mate? Maybe he will lash out at me for disturbing him? Maybe he has a knife?
Good citizen Andrew prevailed and as the chap slowly turned to see who was doing the bothering, the fumes of whisky washed over me. 'Ok mate', he slurred. I asked if he wanted me to call anyone for him and he said no and that he was just tired.
I wanted to ask him how he ended up sleeping standing up in a phone box and how he got so drunk, but I left him at that point.
It is not the first time I have come across one of these Indian student blokes very very drunk. Invariably they are harmless and not aggressive, but it does raise many whys?