The LRT, my daily commute to and from my office, is a blessing I can escape from the madness of the city traffic. However, there is a drawback.
Sharing the same commuting facility with the general public, I start to meet the weirdos.
Weirdo No.1
A man, slightly above my age. His love for music was undeniable. With the blasting of his headphones, he shared with us his music. And that’s not all, he bestowed us a performance; singing aloud (in a quiet train) and DANCING as well! You can see that he’s a head-turner. Gained lots of immediate fans. Some, you can see, with smiles twitching from their faces. Some, you can see, were squeezing tight into each other to make more space for his performance. Fans whispered into each others ears, in praise. Or in critic? I’m not sure. But this man made my day a more interesting one!
Weirdo No. 2
A lady, about my age? Tall. Big sized…..plump is a better word to describe. Smartly dressed and looks elegant. A praise I would give her the moment she stepped onto the train.
But the praise was wrongly given, when her rough arms elbowed her way into a vacant seat. Another lady watched in dismay the see her spot taken.
I was deeply unfortunate to have sat right opposite her. It was not a sight to behold, yet not a sight to forget either. Once comfortably seated, the so-called-elegant lady revealed a slight hint of blue between her thighs….. Yes, you’re absolutely correct. With her legs spread, arms crossed, she went straight into a snooze with her mouth opened. I almost imagined saliva would spill from her gaping jaws.
Shaken with trauma, I dug my nose deeper into my book and try to concentrate on the story. Suddenly, the story doesn’t sound too interesting anymore.
