yanowhadimean

When drunk on a night time 55 on the long way home, never count the amount of times the person next to you says. yanowhadimean in a conversation. whilst it may make a horrible over crowded journey slightly less painful, you get stuck. I ended up discovering patterns in her conversation. The peaks the valleys. Things i don't need in my head.
For a start with some, yanowhadimeans it followed immediately with another yanowhadimean then silence for a whole four paragraphs before she uttered the word again...
I couldn't work out if this bus ride conversation counted for a deep and meaningful between two friends or if the conversation was so full of theatrical, predictable "no you said the right thing" utterances that it could have been written by a script writer for Home and Away, leaving an observer with the feeling of 2 people not that close.
As i counted the times she said it, not looking, staring anywhere else, but my ear tight with anticipation at the mention of the yanowhadimean, I felt sad.
Is conversation really as droll as this?. Is this the vocabulary that i have to communicate me sincerest deepest thoughts, is it reduced to yanowhadimean?


She said it 35 times in total from Clerkenwell to Hackney on the N55.

yanowhadimean?