Before I move on to rant about the woman at the bus stop;
I'd much like to emphasise that looks do matter.
You see, this woman is not too blessed. She has this irksome-resting-face.
Primarily means that when you look upon her face, it makes you feel irritated.
Hey, but don't take my word as it is, do give her the benefit of the doubt. It's not her fault her face is such!
And we know how some people love to live up to their names/ reputation.
Well, she lives up to her face.
So this woman, let's call her W, has tanned skin, approximately 1.63m, a head of medium length rebonded black tress, really slim, skinny in fact. Think skeleton, carefully wrapped with dark skin. Flawless skin ok? She takes good care of it obviously.
W dresses in clothes I'd never dream of donning on myself; unless I feel like I'm in the mood of confusing people with my outfit.
She has a look of a rat and behaves a little like one too.
Some mornings when I leave my house at 7.30am, I'd reach the lift lobby and proceed to the nearest bus stop on the opposite side of the road.
W would appear out of nowhere hurriedly. She literally runs, or half runs, from behind me, tries to cut in front of me when we've to go through this narrow path to the pedestrian crossing.
Sometimes, when I miss her near my building, I'd see her at the bus stop. She could be either running to the bus stop, or squeezing her way forcefully amongst the crowd when the bus approaches.
You have to applaud and marvel at her competence in always being able to strategically position herself right at the bus entrance.
I mean, such a rare skill! Probably have to gauge the relative velocity of the oncoming bus, calculate the amount of time it takes to fend off all other bus stop minions, and all while predicting if another bus will turn in from another road that will cause the bus to atop behind initial target mark.
Now that I think about it. I won't go wrong if I follow right behind her!I was so confused and distracted by her clothes it never occurred to me. Most of all, l'm simply amazed by her rare talent.
That being said. I missed her this morning. Perhaps the reason why I couldn't get on the first bus that came by, I ended up having to sit beside a
cheena man who wouldnt stop turning to stare at me or look at my phone screen.
It is most annoying.
看什么？！ 很annoying !
>=[
Ok. I'm out.
Enough ranting. The train smells awful. And we all know why.
