Y Tuesday, September 23, 2008
9:17 pm
You know, (How many times has it been already that I've used this opener?) I've always thought of my life as a pretty boring, uninteresting one. No, unlike other people I'm not going to blame my circumstances. It's just me. Life is ordinary because I don't do anything extra-ordinary.I'm not hypocritical; I won't deny that I have everything a teenager needs. It's fair to say I do get things I ask for every now and then, but neither do I ask anything much extra. A treat now and then, I suppose. A sheltered life. But of course, nothing too out of the ordinary. Like I said, a boring life by choice.
But today, today, my friends, is a very special day.
No, no, Ian didn't change his controversial stand on certain subjects.
Once again, as with all things interesting, it begins in an SBS bus. This one's a double decker, too.
Mel, Foo, Dan and I were on the 7pm+ bus 12. Yes fellows, that means crowded, because 14 travels to and fro town. We're not the shortest of people, rather large by Singaporean standards, so we don't exactly fit into buses either. (How many times have I said that now?) Naturally we couldn't help smelling up the exit. Of course the bus driver, who plops his ass on that smelly seat for extended hours, doesn't understand the squeeze and yells at us to stop blocking the exit.
Being the good, obedient citizen as the government has encoura- oops, conditioned us to be, I yelled a "Sorry!" back to the bus driver and got about shifting a little. Kindly note that the difference was minimal. The exit was still a cockblock. But hey, I'm happy that he's happy and we're all happy so that's all that matters!
We fucked around about it for a second, and I told 'em
"Eh, poor guy sits 8 hours a day on that bus and drives around the same route. Give chance la. You know, there's a reason why we're wearing this JC uniform and him.. well not so."
Kind of like a 'feel good' statement after something so embarrassing. I'm not the kindest of people, especially with words. They heal and they wound, we're all capable of both.
So for 6 stops we had to shift, squeeze and wrestle with commuters who got on and off the bus.
When it was our stop, Dan mentioned "I'm not giving way anymore, it's our stop." Which makes sense doesn't it? I mean, you don't PUSH the person infront of you out when all of you are getting off at the same stop.
Like most accomplished, intelligent men say, ignorance can be enlightened, but stupidity, PHEW, one tough cookie.
Enter somewhat-decently-dressed-woman-fluent-in-english in her late 50s. (Menopause?)
"Eccuse me. Can you move." said woman.
"Eh we're getting off at the next stop, could you just wait?" Dan
*Silence*
"What? I ask you to move you tell me to wait?"
"No we're getting off at the next stop so I-"
"You are so rude, I ask you move you.." (Forgot what she said exactly, but she was getting nasty.)
At this point of time, Dan got pretty pissed off.
"Jesus christ. Woman." *Throws both hands in air*
And we walked off.
She continued some brainless babbling, so I cut inbetween them and held my hands out.
"Hey ma'am, look, stop, drop it ya? Drop it." Me growing impatient.
FFS I even addressed her nicely. MA'AM. That's what I call my VS teachers. And those ladies deserve every ounce of respect I can spare, and then some.
"YOU STOP THERE YOU. I TELL YOU TO STOP." Enraged woman.
"Stop? Why? No." Dan
"Why? Not happy I tell you to move is it? HUH?" Enraged woman, anger possibly amplified by menopause.
"Angry? ANGRY? I'm NOT angry. I'M PISSED OFF." Angry Dan.
"FUCK OFF." Woman off her bonkers.
Okay, at this point of time, it really got too far. I mean, hey, we're in a crowded street, and you're bumbling along as fast as your little legs can go trying to keep up with our strides which are probably twice as long and fast. So you shout "FUCK OFF" in public? What the hell are you trying to prove?
For all the swearing in this blog, it stays here. I don't go "FUCK YOU WOMAN WITH MENOPAUSE, FUCK YOU." (Not that I want to.) in public do I? No.
Yeah, at this point of time, all of us were pretty shocked. I decided, eh, that's fucked up. So I went up to her and stared her down.
"My GOSH madam. Watch your language! For crying out loud, you're arguing with a.. he's what, secondary four? and you..? For shame madam, act your age!" Indignant Ian!
She pretty much shut up at this point. It was getting embarrassing for her anyway, people were staring. Honestly, I'm only saying this again because of how ridiculous it is. No matter how heated arguments usually get, you don't really give them the royal eff word, especially not against a stranger. That shit's suable for fuck's sakes. I have NEVER seen someone so uncouth and so silly.
Hell, even rowdy boys from bad schools don't go around throwing FUCK OFF to strangers. Just doesn't happen.
Life is interesting indeed.