a good friend of mine once told me about an observation she had made: workers that uhm, frequent places like mustafa and little india seem to have this paranoid fear of losing their balance on public transport. as such, they feel the compulsive urge to grab hold of the overhead railings, the ones parallel to the floor of the bus (no, the little handles that hang prettily off it, or the bar that is perpendicular to the floor are simply insufficient) WITH BOTH HANDS to stabilize themselves even when the bus is a)not moving or b)moving quite steadily.
i didn't quite believe her until this morning, when on a crowded bus i was flanked on both sides by these workers. me, not holding on to anything while trying desperately not to turn my head either way for fear of being in a face-to-armpit situation. i was entrapped, my intangible cage guarded by the my two no-nonsense jailors: officer stale curry and mr. fermented coconut milk.
people. what. is. so. difficult. to. rub. some. soap. under. ur. armpits. in. the. morning.
just for the record, i'm not trying to be racist. all the people i know belonging to that similar demographic smell absolutely fine, if not wonderful. and its the morning. its okay if you had a hard day at work and was all tired and sweaty. but hey man, its the morning. do the world a favour and start the day with a shower. (or some deodorant)
arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.