This happened on Tuesday evening (8 October) around 6:15 PM. I was on the Piccadilly Line heading home from work, usual commute, nothing weird about it. Train was fairly full but not packed. Got on at South Ealing, heading towards Acton Town.
Around King Street, I noticed an older gentleman in the carriage - probably 70s, wearing a grey overcoat that looked like it was from the 1950s or 60s. Kept staring at my hands. Not in a creepy way exactly, more like intensely focused on them. I thought maybe I had something on my hands so I checked, nothing there.
He got off at Turnham Green and as he left, he looked directly at me and said 'You'll know when it happens' then just... left. Train pulled away and I felt genuinely cold, which doesn't make sense on a crowded train. My mate says I'm being paranoid and he was probably just a confused old man, but something about it felt off. Has anyone experienced something like this? The specificity of 'you'll know when it happens' is what's stuck with me.