So I'm on the train and I'm minding my own business. This guy gets on the train. He's about 320 and has his S-curl pulled back into a ponytail. You know the type. He starts singing like he is the lost Isley Brother. (Where are my headphones?) So I'm giving him the stink eye for fucking up my calm (he's ignoring me because he knows he is just that good) and another guy gets on the train and starts going nuts talking to himself like a Looney Tune exploded in his head just at that very moment (No. Really. This guy is like Roger Rabbit crazy and no one framed him.) To top off my day I end up at my destination and I'm standing in line for checkout. There is a couple behind me that apparently like the smell of my soap and want me to smell their's. The guy is speaking VERY loudly in my ear in what I believe to be the Cantonese dialect and is very pleased with himself and the joke he just told. (I don't think the joke translated well.) I wanted to punch him in the throat for standing so closely to me but his girlfriend looked as though she may have been tough. (I know all Chinese people don't know martial arts but she looked very fit.) I had too many bags for a spontaneous Kung Fu fight. I need a car.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
I need a car...
The following post was made on one of my other blogs and is probably the first time I had something to say about having to ride public transportation. (Everything in parentheses is something I added in my reblog)
So I'm on the train and I'm minding my own business. This guy gets on the train. He's about 320 and has his S-curl pulled back into a ponytail. You know the type. He starts singing like he is the lost Isley Brother. (Where are my headphones?) So I'm giving him the stink eye for fucking up my calm (he's ignoring me because he knows he is just that good) and another guy gets on the train and starts going nuts talking to himself like a Looney Tune exploded in his head just at that very moment (No. Really. This guy is like Roger Rabbit crazy and no one framed him.) To top off my day I end up at my destination and I'm standing in line for checkout. There is a couple behind me that apparently like the smell of my soap and want me to smell their's. The guy is speaking VERY loudly in my ear in what I believe to be the Cantonese dialect and is very pleased with himself and the joke he just told. (I don't think the joke translated well.) I wanted to punch him in the throat for standing so closely to me but his girlfriend looked as though she may have been tough. (I know all Chinese people don't know martial arts but she looked very fit.) I had too many bags for a spontaneous Kung Fu fight. I need a car.
So I'm on the train and I'm minding my own business. This guy gets on the train. He's about 320 and has his S-curl pulled back into a ponytail. You know the type. He starts singing like he is the lost Isley Brother. (Where are my headphones?) So I'm giving him the stink eye for fucking up my calm (he's ignoring me because he knows he is just that good) and another guy gets on the train and starts going nuts talking to himself like a Looney Tune exploded in his head just at that very moment (No. Really. This guy is like Roger Rabbit crazy and no one framed him.) To top off my day I end up at my destination and I'm standing in line for checkout. There is a couple behind me that apparently like the smell of my soap and want me to smell their's. The guy is speaking VERY loudly in my ear in what I believe to be the Cantonese dialect and is very pleased with himself and the joke he just told. (I don't think the joke translated well.) I wanted to punch him in the throat for standing so closely to me but his girlfriend looked as though she may have been tough. (I know all Chinese people don't know martial arts but she looked very fit.) I had too many bags for a spontaneous Kung Fu fight. I need a car.
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