I was taking the public transport today, and I, unwittingly, chose to board the train at 5 in the evening. Those who are unemployed or lucky to have a day off during a weekday knows to avoid taking public transports at that time because that's when working people leave their cubicle for the day and go home. So, obviously, the train was crammed like sardines. I am not tall, therefor I am short. It was one of the worst places to be stuck at. Me, struggling to balance myself as there weren't much space for me to stand, and bumping against those sweaty bodies. Ugh.
Well, if you ever took up moral studies, you know you should always give your seat to those who needs it more than you do, i.e. old folks, the handicapped, pregnant ladies or mothers with little kids. I am always glad to do so, and I normally stand, because I know that if my butt touches that seat, it would take a great deal of effort on my part to lift it off. I do so willingly, when the need arises, but I'm lazy. But when I see those 40-60 year old aunties cutting the que just so she could rush in and snatch the only seat available, I get so MAD! She doesn't look that old to begin with, and there were other women who crushes my heart to see them standing, like a woman who has the fluffiest set of white hair, or the mother who has 2 little kids clinging on to her. And it was obvious the kids were very uncomfortable as the train was so crowded, it was hard for them to breathe in between so many pairs of legs. It was already hard for ME to breathe.
And worse of all, when the person next to that selfish wart left, she immediately moved her pouch and her bag of groceries on to the seat, without a hesitation. People keep complaining that youngsters these days are rude. But have they ever come across people their age, male AND female, behaving worse? It is like we should treat them like royalty. They have the right to cut lines, shove us out of the way, or wait for them while they slowly picked out their groceries with their trolley hogging the whole lane. And when you speak up, politely asking them to move the trolley aside, they start glaring at you. As if you just cussed at them.
Where did those examples come from? Well, I went grocery shopping with my parents once, and I was pushing the trolley because I just liked doing that. I pushed my cart into the dry food aisle, looking for the canned soup section. YUM. Anyway, after I had selected my soup, I proceeded to push my cart along the aisle, looking for my mum. Now the lanes in this supermarket is big enough for 2 carts to pass through. And this not-so-old aunty had her cart parked on the left side of the lane, while she was standing on the right. She was taking her time picking out what she wanted. She picked one up, thought about it, shakes her head, puts it back and picked up another one. She did this for at least a century. I was starting to get old, waiting for her to make up her mind. As I couldn't wait any longer, I said, VERY POLITELY, "excuse me, could you push your cart to the other side as it's blocking the lane and I can't get through". I expected her to giggle a little, pushed the cart away while apologising with a smile. Old ladies can be very scary. She did push her cart away, but not before she glared at me and mumbled something under her breath. I caught a few words, like "why did you come into this aisle in the first place", and "I was here first", and, ironically, she called me rude. I swore I could've start lashing out at her but I knew my mom would disapprove. I did tell my mom about the incident. All she had to say was, "there are many kinds of people in this world. You have to learn to deal with them."
Thanks for the great advice mom. I will. The next time I'm in a line, and a haggard old lady pushes me away roughly to cut in front of me, I'll just shout "AVADA KEDAVRA" and make her disappear - forever. And that's how you deal with rude aunties.
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