[12th Dec 2006][12:01 pm][South-bound train] With public transport, what you get is everything on the platter. Except comfort. Somehow, such unpleasant experiences more often than not choose to present themselves whenever I'm around. So there I was minding my own business, armed with my Ipod when a bumbling figure of a male in a dopey checkered shirt suddenly rushed in with all madness to look for a seat. In all eagerness, he knocked over two kids, kicked my shoes and left a waft of unplesant air among the commuters. (or so I gathered) If he was old [by old I meant that age group who qualify for the subsidised transport fares], I would have perfectly understood his situation. To get a seat before his athritic muscles or rheumatic bones crumble beneath his weight. That would really have made a lot more sense. That bumbling menace managed to secure a seat when the train pulled into Khatib. Thank god for that cause I swear he was eyeing my seat! The train moved on smoothly again and whatever foul air that man brought with him dissipated. But it wasn't for long. AAaaaaaCHHOOOOOOOOOOOO! I was jolted back into the reality - the train was now sneaking smoothly underground. No surprise! It was that menace again. Displaying his vocal prowess although confined to only the syallbles Aaaa and Chhooo. That was the loudest, most terrfying sneeze I have ever heard in a public transport! I can still feel the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand up in fear! As if that wasn't enough to convince all of us in that carriage that he deserves to win the Most Notorious Commuter award, he proceeded to produce the loudest burp ever before sinking into deep slumber! Oh my god! I cannot describe his atrocity enough. |
