No offense to smokers...
I took a puj yesterday after work, so glad that I was one of the first passengers. When it was almost full, an elderly man took the chair across. When he was settled, out came a puff from his lips like a volcano is about to erupt. Yup, despite the ordinances on smoking in public and inspite of the bold NO SMOKING signs, there it was, lighted in between his fore and middle fingers.
The vehicle was so full it was almost impossible not to inhale the smoke. I had to cover my nose and close my eyes. I'd even turn my head to gasp some air.
He noticed this, and asked for an excuse. I told him the smoke is unbearable.
Alas, after a while, he threw it away. And made sure he told me about it. I just nodded, half-smiling -- glad that the air is finally clear. It was still around 5 mins away from my stop, ample time for my mind to wander. My friend or sister would have reacted differently. Either they'd tell the person in his face with sarcasm or they'd make actions to show disgust. It was tempting to do that.
When I was about to disembark, I glanced at his direction and said "thank you".
I was happy.
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This afternoon before going home I dropped by the grocery store to buy some stuff. I was bringing a bag so I had to deposit it first at the baggage counter. I was there first, so I expected to be served first. But people kept coming and he took their things, shelved it, others were given their things, and I was still there, waiting. The cue was almost empty and I am still clinging on to the plastic bag.
I got pissed-off. When finally he was to take it from me, I shoved the bag, gave him my killer look (it would have killed him in a split second had looks been deadly) and said "I was here before them", grabbed my tag and went inside. Taking a walk, even in between aisles of goods does wonders. When I finally paid for the items I bought, the nerves have calmed down. Good thing another security guard was serving when I came back to retrieve my bag.
The guard was indifferent, but still thanked him for the service and left.
Ah, life, so full of ironies.



