Sorry, but I would like to rant about how
I HATE PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION.
As if the rocky, oozy, ride to tuition isn't enough, I had to stand the passenggers in it.
The van was kinda full so this guy had to sit beside me on a pull up chair. He looks like a younger guy, talks about Dota and stuff, TILL..
I looked to my left and he pulled out a freaking dead grasshopper the size of my pinky.
Exactly how it looked like, but less broken. Life sized.
Of course I panicked!(Quietly)
He was playing with it, trying to make it stand up on the seat(near the head rest) in front of him, while his other friend on my other side laughed.
The people behind me were all EW-ing but I just kept silent since I did'nt know them.
I was just thinking and HOPING he won't do anything crazy like, asking me to pass around the bug or something.
I just kept thinking, "Please don't get it anywhere near me,OHmygod.." "Okay, at least he's just playing with it himself, no big deal?"
When he dropped it on the floor, I had an adrenaline rush. Of course, he picked it up and played with it again.
F.Y.I I have a HUGE phobia of DEAD, HARD things. I just looked everywhere else possible to avoid even looking at it, disgusted-ly. If not, I would be destroying his "fun".
The guy with the corpse (on my left): HEHE. The thing won't stand up! HEHE.
The other guy on my right: HEHE. YEAH. HEHE.
Just when I almost felt like puking from the roller-coaster-van ride and being smushed, the guy with the Dead Corpse THREW that freaking Dead Insect across my face to the guy on my right.
I swear it almost touched me. The thing made a 'Tuk' sound on the seat even when the seat is made of cushion material. The Dead thing was just inches from my ass.
Damn it! I had to force my bimbotic screams down my throat.
All that came up was just a *gasp*.
One more thing,
Few weeks ago, on this very same van, the door handle had this black, oily, sticky substance. Of course I had to hold it to slide the door! I thought it was shit, or oil to fix the door but it is'nt. Then I smelled it. *HOW DUMB*
It does'nt smell like oil at ALL. Not like shit either. But it REEKS.
-unknown substance-
I decided not to touch anything with my 'dirtied' hand and I'll just wait till I arrive at tuition to wash it off. Boy was I wrong.
Somehow I forgot that my hand was dirty, and I accidentally stroked my hair with it. %*@&#!
UNLUCKY DAY.
ALSO, on the first day I was supposed to take this transport, it came 1 hour and 15 minuites EARLY. Susan(the con-receptionist) told me that I should get ready 15 minuites earlier. Of course I was still in my specs, and home clothes. Called my dad to fetch instead. The thing is, he's still getting paid for it.
Ps. Susan? Don't get me STARTED!!
Really long post, don't blame me, blame PMS.
Monday, February 16, 2009
