So I'm on the train in london, and this guy walks onto the train. Its the last train of the evening, so its pretty dead.
He walks over, sits directly opposite me (bearing in mind he has a whole train to choose from) and sits staring at me. I make eye contact with him, and ask him if he wants to take a photo or if he's just practising his gargoyle face and I swear to god, the funniest shit happened.
He started hissing, and saying some prayer under his breath, and making all sorts of religious prayer gestures, and soon as the train stopped (in woodside park, which is a shitheap where noone lives) he ran off the train.
I kid you not, I've not laughed this hard since my sister ran full speed into a lamp post.