Monday, October 24, 2005

all in a monday morning's bus ride

i'm seated (wow) on the outside seat, and the girl seated inside has indicated that she's going to alight soon by preparing her ezlink card in one hand and holding her bag in the other.

as i stand up to allow her to slide out of the seat without difficulty ( i hate those people who just move their knees out of the way, not realising their shoulders are now blocking the already narrow way out)

anyway, as i stand up to let her out, feeling like its gonnabe a wonderful monday what with me getting the cosy little "inside seat" and all, i saw a gleam in a nearby auntie's eye and realized...

she's going to slide into my inside seat.

uhhhh no. i try as hard as i can to quickly slide back into the seat after the girl takes her leave but no, slow reflexes from a monday morning, lack of coffee and the need to acknowledge the girl's "thank you" slowed me down and the auntie grabbed the seat.

*tmd* nehhmind.

i sat back down only to realise that the man standing beside me (and the rest of the bus facing us) was sniggering as they enjoyed the little monday morning seat-snatching scene.

*ttmmdd* nehhmind. just adjust the sunnies on my nose, flip the hair, act glam and pretend nothing happened.

thinks to self: you lousy kiasu seat-snatcher, if i have to stand up again to let you off the bus then you know.... *trails off menacingly*


AND THIS STUPID AUNTIE ARH, is a bloody kaypoh.

sniggering man next to me makes slight movement, puts down his bag and proceeds to kneel down to tie his laces. yeah, weird, i know, especially when the bus is still moving, but nobody makes much of a deal out of it...

EXCEPT this auntie beside me, because she cannot see what he's doing, decides to LLLLLEEEEEEAAAAAAANNNNNN over into my space, PAST my face to peer down at him.

i swear her short silver bangs touched my legs.

when she sat back upright, i crossed my arms, raised one eyebrow and if i wasn't wearing my sunnies she'd probably have turned to stone from my glare.

unfortunately, people of the older generation care not for crossed arms and raised eyebrows, and if someone wear sunglasses that just means they're blind.

she just returned my stare until i felt so uncomfortable i had to turn my head back to facing the front. *damnit*

*hears more sniggering from people across aisle*

patience, angeline, patience. its fine. this week you must learn to be more patie....

"EH EH,'SCUSE LAH OEI!"

i don't freaking believe it. its barely been two stops and she's getting off already?! then SIT FOR WHAT!

she's already standing up from the seat, using the WET plastic bag from the market with probably a fish or something slimy inside to prod me on my arm.

urkkkkk.

its not that i don't try to be patient, but man, monday morning and my arm smells of wet fish? wahlaueh.

oh well. at least i provided a little entertainment for the other side of the bus, i think, as a little chinese high boy from the other aisle gave up trying to suppress it, and just burst out laughing.