In two weeks, I might no longer have to catch the train to work. If everything works out *fingers crossed* I'll be driving my brand new ET-8 Vespa by then! In the meantime, I would miss all the "lovely" people that I have met during my daily trips to work.
Just the other day, I was standing in the train minding my own business trying desperately to finish my book. So of course I didn't take much notice of the people around me. The train was crowded, filled with students and a bunch of other poor unfortunate souls who obviously start work at around the same insane time as I do. Anyway, after a while I noticed that the people around me were starting to move away. Thinking something was wrong with me, I proceeded to descretly check if A: I had accidentally walked out of the horse in my pyjamas, B: My pants were zipped up and C: that various body parts were not accidentally exposed. It was only when I turned round to check if there was something on my back did I notice the flicker.
Mr Flicker was standing at a thiry degree angle behind me, happily cleaning out his nose. From the looks of it, this was probabbly the first time in 40 years that his nose had a proper cleaning. You should have seen that man go at it! His nostrils were like a bottomless pit! I mean, the guy was digging his nose non-stop for 4 whole stations! He would then proceed to start flicking it at the various unexpecting people around him, mainly, ME.
It was one of the most revolting things I had ever seen! I felt sorry for the poor sods sitting down because most of them were asleep and as such, had no chance to take cover from THE FLICKER.
People then starting giving me knowing looks, as if to say " Now you see why we moved away you stupid girl?!" I decided then that Mr Flicker had to be given a taste of his own medicine. So I did what any other well brought up girl might do. When the train reached my station, I let out a huge silent fart which, trust me, stunk like hell. Then I turned round and with a big smile, walked out of the train.
Just the other day, I was standing in the train minding my own business trying desperately to finish my book. So of course I didn't take much notice of the people around me. The train was crowded, filled with students and a bunch of other poor unfortunate souls who obviously start work at around the same insane time as I do. Anyway, after a while I noticed that the people around me were starting to move away. Thinking something was wrong with me, I proceeded to descretly check if A: I had accidentally walked out of the horse in my pyjamas, B: My pants were zipped up and C: that various body parts were not accidentally exposed. It was only when I turned round to check if there was something on my back did I notice the flicker.
Mr Flicker was standing at a thiry degree angle behind me, happily cleaning out his nose. From the looks of it, this was probabbly the first time in 40 years that his nose had a proper cleaning. You should have seen that man go at it! His nostrils were like a bottomless pit! I mean, the guy was digging his nose non-stop for 4 whole stations! He would then proceed to start flicking it at the various unexpecting people around him, mainly, ME.
It was one of the most revolting things I had ever seen! I felt sorry for the poor sods sitting down because most of them were asleep and as such, had no chance to take cover from THE FLICKER.
People then starting giving me knowing looks, as if to say " Now you see why we moved away you stupid girl?!" I decided then that Mr Flicker had to be given a taste of his own medicine. So I did what any other well brought up girl might do. When the train reached my station, I let out a huge silent fart which, trust me, stunk like hell. Then I turned round and with a big smile, walked out of the train.
