I was doubling my steps, trying to get past those pairs of legs ahead of me. It’s always like this every day. But this day was different. The flurry of limbs plodding the sidewalk was exceptionally thick and it was sending bad signal to my already heavy head.
Alas! After what seemed like forever, I have reached the train station. But not to my relief for the crowd has doubled that even if someone drops a pin, it would not touch the floor. Okay, my patience was still holding on, keeping my killer instinct at bay (refer to previous post). Just 5 more trains and I would be off the congested platform to the even more packed, more like a gas chamber, train.
I could have easily survived except for the presence of this loathsome lady in front of me. Actually, she wasn’t even supposed to be in front of me but she squirmed her way there to secure a better spot for the entrance.
I understand that girls have to make sure their hair looks superb by running their fingers through it but this particular lady? Heavens be damned! She’d run her fingers through her hair then stop midway and flip! Splat! My face seemed to have just been slapped by a horse’s tail!
Okay. Deep breath. Count from one to ten. Patience. And there it went again!
Red faced. Deep breath. More patience. One… two… three… four… five… Splat! Straight on my face again!
I was already at the end of my rope. One more and I would burst and push the lady off the platform to the railway down below! And SPLAT! My hand has already tapped her shoulder faster than you could say “go” and told her on her face to stop flipping her ugly hair. My hands are preparing to push her after my verbal tirade but lo, the doors of the train opened up and swallowed the ugly hairy creature. Zut! Saved from my killer tendency!
My hands are still clean from bloodshed. As of now. Lucky lady.
Alas! After what seemed like forever, I have reached the train station. But not to my relief for the crowd has doubled that even if someone drops a pin, it would not touch the floor. Okay, my patience was still holding on, keeping my killer instinct at bay (refer to previous post). Just 5 more trains and I would be off the congested platform to the even more packed, more like a gas chamber, train.
I could have easily survived except for the presence of this loathsome lady in front of me. Actually, she wasn’t even supposed to be in front of me but she squirmed her way there to secure a better spot for the entrance.
I understand that girls have to make sure their hair looks superb by running their fingers through it but this particular lady? Heavens be damned! She’d run her fingers through her hair then stop midway and flip! Splat! My face seemed to have just been slapped by a horse’s tail!
Okay. Deep breath. Count from one to ten. Patience. And there it went again!
Red faced. Deep breath. More patience. One… two… three… four… five… Splat! Straight on my face again!
I was already at the end of my rope. One more and I would burst and push the lady off the platform to the railway down below! And SPLAT! My hand has already tapped her shoulder faster than you could say “go” and told her on her face to stop flipping her ugly hair. My hands are preparing to push her after my verbal tirade but lo, the doors of the train opened up and swallowed the ugly hairy creature. Zut! Saved from my killer tendency!
My hands are still clean from bloodshed. As of now. Lucky lady.
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