ms-vindicta

i was on my way to the national library today, and when i boarded the train, i spied an empty seat and so, sat down.

 

because i was sniffling, coughing, and struggling with my bag and laptop, there was an immense sense of relief as i plonked my ass down.

 

in case you don’t realise it, it’s hard to balance with a heavy bag slung over you, one hand gripping a piece of tissue, the other holding on to a laptop and yet trying to adjust the damn sling bag so its strap doesn’t place itself strategically between the boobs, thus making them appear bigger when they’re already big.

 

*coughs*

 

yes, it is hard.

 

so anyway, because i was sick, i knocked out immediately.

 

when i came to roughly 10 minutes later, it was cause i felt someone rubbing against my left arm.

 

with an irritated look, i set to finding the culprit.

 

turned to my right, and beside me sat an innocent white-haired old lady. 

 

shouldn’t be her.

 

turned to my left, and i saw the giant arm of this woman who looked as though she was in her fifties.

she was leaning against the seat, (in the way those restless kids do, with their faces towards the window, and their knees on the seat) and i don’t know what the hell she was doing, but she was irritating the shit out of me with her constant fidgeting.

 

when she finally stopped, she stood up, and invited this indonesian/filipino looking woman to take her seat instead.

 

that was when i realised the particular indonesian/filipino looking woman (aiya! let’s just call her m lah. you prob know what that stands for) was sitting beside me when i first boarded the train.

 

so apparently, she had given up her seat to the fifty pluish woman.

 

 

i have this rule when it comes to giving up my seat on public transport.

if you’re healthy enough to dye your hair black/brown/a ridiculous color, you’re healthy enough to stand.

 

so if you’re in your fifties, fat, and have a headful of white hair, i will give up my seat to you.

if you’re in your fifties, fat, and have purple hair, you jolly well work those legs.

 

but anyway, i digress.

the fifty plusish lady stood in front of me, and beamed at m.

she then looked at the white-haired lady sitting to my right, and exclaimed loudly in hokkien,

 

"she’s very well-mannered hor! (points to m)"

 

white haired lady exclaims back,

"ya lor! ya lor!"

 

fifty-pluish woman then goes,

"ya lah! not like some, no manners one!"

 

all the while bloody staring at me.  

 

EXCUSE ME?!

 i was sleeping when she boarded the damn train, (though it’s not to say i will give up my seat to her) so why is she staring at me?

 

and i am sick! i am diseased! i have phlegm in my throat! i have mucus in my nose! 

and i’m carrying a heavy laptop and a heavy bag! (and i have big boobs!)

 

so why is it my fault?!

 

and because she was so freaking loud, everyone on the train was looking at me, as though i really am a ill-mannered child who refused a poor fifty year old woman of her right to a seat.

 

that’s not the worst. 

 

the white-haired lady on my right actually turned to glare at me.

eh hello? you got your seat so shut up and don’t stare okay?

 

KNNB.

 

so now you know, the old aren’t actually that innocent.

they’re evil.

 

and i’m the innocent one.