Thursday, April 26, 2007
26th April is Bump/Crash/Step On Audrey Day
I am in a damn bad mood today.
Today seems like the day of the year to bump into Audrey. 26th April should be officially labelled as Bump/Crash/Step On Audrey Day.
This morning, I had the pleasure of inhaling a pungent mix of sweat, cheap perfume and B.O. on the crowded train to work. The train was so crowded that I could not find any other space to stand and had to tolerate the smelly man all the way.
Worse, he stepped on my Nine West shoes and had the audacity to give me a pointed look (as if to say "Why can't you move back?!") instead of apologising profusely. He also nearly elbowed me in the boob. And his shoulder/armpit was right in front of me throughout the trip to work.
Throughout the ride, he kept trying to move backwards despite having my book pressed into his back. My nose was getting closer and closer to his disgusting self and I had no where to escape to in the very packed train.
I wanted to yell at him and kick him in the nuts.
But because I am a civilized person, I did not.
I merely sneezed a few times into the back of his shirt.
Today seems like the day of the year to bump into Audrey. 26th April should be officially labelled as Bump/Crash/Step On Audrey Day.
This morning, I had the pleasure of inhaling a pungent mix of sweat, cheap perfume and B.O. on the crowded train to work. The train was so crowded that I could not find any other space to stand and had to tolerate the smelly man all the way.
Worse, he stepped on my Nine West shoes and had the audacity to give me a pointed look (as if to say "Why can't you move back?!") instead of apologising profusely. He also nearly elbowed me in the boob. And his shoulder/armpit was right in front of me throughout the trip to work.
Throughout the ride, he kept trying to move backwards despite having my book pressed into his back. My nose was getting closer and closer to his disgusting self and I had no where to escape to in the very packed train.
I wanted to yell at him and kick him in the nuts.
But because I am a civilized person, I did not.
I merely sneezed a few times into the back of his shirt.
And at Great World City, some stupid woman bulldozed her way right into me. She literally walked right into me from behind. WTF?!!!!!!! I'm small i know, but I am not invisible!!! Again, she didn't even apologise. She just gave me a look and charged off (maybe in search of another person to bulldoze).
Singaporeans got no eyes izzit?!! Why can't they look where they are going? Why do they have to look left, look right, look up, look down, look anywhere else but where they are going.
Bang into people also don't know how to apologise.
Bloody idiots.
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I don't get it man.
Why do people with B.O. don't know that they smell bad?
It's amazing how they are totally oblivious to the nauseated looks of people around them and how people try to move away inconspicuously.
It's amazing that I know so many people that don't have a clue that they have B.O.! Don't bother asking me if you have B.O. I am not going to tell you. Go sniff your armpits yourself.
Or get someone else to do it for you.
But here's a tip. If you even suspect you have B.O., you probably do. So, get your lazy ass to the pharmacy and buy some anti-perspirant/deodourant now!
You don't want to wait for your friend/colleague/aquaintence/enemy/stanger in the train to tell you that you stink to high heaven.
Bah! I am so mad!!!!