Well
some annoying things happened to me today. Whilst on the train, passing the
smelly pine river there was a bloke who was standing next to me in the same
carriage. He was grabbing the bar above his by both hands and holding on. As
the train was travelling along the track, I started to feel a slight notion of
some unwanted weight on the left hand side. At first, I just cast it aside as
nothing, then it started to nag at me like a pain in the ass. Then as I looked
to my left this bloke was bloody swaying back and forth whilst standing up and
holding onto the bar. He was pissing me off and felt that it was ok for him to
nod off whilst standing up right and swaying onto me. Fucker!
Then as
I was making my way to meet my students down Berríni, I was busy speed walking,
manouvering in and out of people like a clever dodger with nifty feet. Like Pegasus
wings on my feet, if you get the drift. Then to my aghast there was a coach
pulled up outside of a hotel, situated right next to the building that I have
to teach. Lined up outside the coach were these bloody hotel guests who felt
that in their mind it was ok to take up ALL the space and hog the whole side of
the pavement. They just plopped their suitcases and what not’s onto the
pavement, blocking the way for other passersby. I said spoke aloud when I said ‘’Oh
for fuck sake, you’ve got to be kidding me!’’ , then a couple of the guests
looked at me in dismay and then they cleared the path, like Moses clearing a
path of the Red Sea. Yeah power in my hands bitches!
Then on
the journey home to the republica down Butantã. I was at the Pine metro
station, on the platform waiting for the train when some guy was full out in
public crying. He was rubbing his eyes,
wiping his tears from his eyes, red puffy faced etc. I thought to myself ‘what
a bloody attention seeker, grow some balls and man up’. Perhaps the man wanted
pity or for other passersby to feel sorry for him. Well no Siree! Not this
bloody girl!
So the
journey finally continues, with me walking past the bakery along the main road.
As I come up to the bakery I noticed a guy who looked like he was watering the
bushes with a bottle of water. But as I neared, imagine to my horror when it
wasn’t water he was dousing the bushes in. Yes, he brung his own hose to give
the bushes a golden shower. Have these people no shame!
