I'm on the bus on my way to work. A few stops earlier, this woman got on the bus and plopped down on the seat next to me. She has a snooty air about her and gives me a bad vibe.
I'm not trying to be mean but something about her just sets off my negative sentiments. It's weird how you can immediately form a bad impression towards someone you don't know the moment you meet him or her.
I was just telling myself that "There's something about her that I don't like." when she started unfolding the newspaper and began to read. I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE READ THE NEWSPAPER NEXT TO ME ON PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION.
Firstly, I don't like the smell of newspapers. Being in such close proximity is as good as thrusting the damn thing under my nose. Secondly, it's very irritating when they keep turning the pages and in doing so keep jabbing you with their elbows. Thirdly, the crackling sound of the newspaper irritates me and this is despite having my headphones on.
Uh! Thank god she just hopped to the recently vacated seat infront.
While we are on the subject of things I hate on public transports, here are more:
I hate people who play music on speaker. I mean if I had that bad taste in music, I'd keep it quiet and not broadcast it to the whole world.
A similar group of human asses are those who speak at high volumes. It could be over the phone or to someone sitting on the same bus I once had the "pleasure" of sitting between two enthusiastic loudmouths who were bitching about their colleague. The thing was, one was seated in front of me while the other was behind me. NO KIDDING! I put on my headphones hoping that they'd get my hint but they just carried on chattering away like monkeys.
The next group I find more amusing (and sometimes nauseating) than irritating. Those who sing. I once heard 2 schoolboys singing the Tokyo Drift song. The song is irritating enough by itself but hearing it sung by two prepubescent boys made my skin crawl and my eardrums want to crawl out of my ear canals and search for some dark cave to hide in.
There was also this teenager on another encounter who was singing requests from his bimbotic female travelling companion who was obviously stone deaf.
Yet another group of people I can't stand (there are alot) are those I call the temporary stroke patients. These people normally sit on the outside seat and are paralysed from the waist down the moment their butts touch the seat. If you want to get in or out of the seat, you'd better be stick thin or have the ability to levitate or better yet, teleport cos these half paralysed souls lack the ability to stand up to let you through. At most, they will turn as much as their half paralysed bodies allows and expect you to squeeze through the narrow gap between their thunder thighs and the seat infront.
Now I admit I'm not exactly stick thin and as much as I want to, I do not possess the power of levitation or teleportation. So if you do not get up to let me pass, be prepared that my sling bag does swing when I'm squeezing my way out as I'll need my hands free to grab the hand rails. Oh and did I mention that my bag is usually rather heavy?
Boy... if I'm such a picture of happiness now, I wonder what I'll be like as a senior citizen.
- Update -
I just donated blood! My first time ever. it was over and done with so quickly. i was given an anaesthetic jab so i didn't feel the big needle. I felt a little light headed after that but it soon passed. Think I'll make it a regular thing from now on.
I'm not trying to be mean but something about her just sets off my negative sentiments. It's weird how you can immediately form a bad impression towards someone you don't know the moment you meet him or her.
I was just telling myself that "There's something about her that I don't like." when she started unfolding the newspaper and began to read. I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE READ THE NEWSPAPER NEXT TO ME ON PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION.
Firstly, I don't like the smell of newspapers. Being in such close proximity is as good as thrusting the damn thing under my nose. Secondly, it's very irritating when they keep turning the pages and in doing so keep jabbing you with their elbows. Thirdly, the crackling sound of the newspaper irritates me and this is despite having my headphones on.
Uh! Thank god she just hopped to the recently vacated seat infront.
While we are on the subject of things I hate on public transports, here are more:
I hate people who play music on speaker. I mean if I had that bad taste in music, I'd keep it quiet and not broadcast it to the whole world.
A similar group of human asses are those who speak at high volumes. It could be over the phone or to someone sitting on the same bus I once had the "pleasure" of sitting between two enthusiastic loudmouths who were bitching about their colleague. The thing was, one was seated in front of me while the other was behind me. NO KIDDING! I put on my headphones hoping that they'd get my hint but they just carried on chattering away like monkeys.
The next group I find more amusing (and sometimes nauseating) than irritating. Those who sing. I once heard 2 schoolboys singing the Tokyo Drift song. The song is irritating enough by itself but hearing it sung by two prepubescent boys made my skin crawl and my eardrums want to crawl out of my ear canals and search for some dark cave to hide in.
There was also this teenager on another encounter who was singing requests from his bimbotic female travelling companion who was obviously stone deaf.
Yet another group of people I can't stand (there are alot) are those I call the temporary stroke patients. These people normally sit on the outside seat and are paralysed from the waist down the moment their butts touch the seat. If you want to get in or out of the seat, you'd better be stick thin or have the ability to levitate or better yet, teleport cos these half paralysed souls lack the ability to stand up to let you through. At most, they will turn as much as their half paralysed bodies allows and expect you to squeeze through the narrow gap between their thunder thighs and the seat infront.
Now I admit I'm not exactly stick thin and as much as I want to, I do not possess the power of levitation or teleportation. So if you do not get up to let me pass, be prepared that my sling bag does swing when I'm squeezing my way out as I'll need my hands free to grab the hand rails. Oh and did I mention that my bag is usually rather heavy?
Boy... if I'm such a picture of happiness now, I wonder what I'll be like as a senior citizen.
- Update -
I just donated blood! My first time ever. it was over and done with so quickly. i was given an anaesthetic jab so i didn't feel the big needle. I felt a little light headed after that but it soon passed. Think I'll make it a regular thing from now on.
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