Crowded buses. I hate them with a burning passion. I hate feeling like a pack of sardines. The smell of sardines cloud my nostrils each time. The inability for much movement - I cannot stay still - I wasn't born for that (partly why I have such a short attention span). Awkward positions of ass to ass, ass to front, front to front, front to side, ass to side all only an inch away - heck they all sound wrong. At each bus stop, it's as if the buses are competing to see how many people they can fit in them.
Each jerk of the bus makes my heart jerk and my arms flailing to find something to grab on to, hopefully not someone's hair...anywhere at all. I know, I'll just stretch my arm way out to grab that pole and let some people within the vicinity have the luxury of whiffing my underarms. At least I don't sweat fish decay. I wish I could say the same for everyone else.
The greatest relief is that moment you step out of that sardine machine and catch a breath of fresh air. At least this doesn't happen all the time. Yet how wonderful to have classes that begin during the morning peak period and end during the evening peak period. Absolutely brilliant. And sometimes it's so packed that the buses don't even stop for you and just whizz by. Thanks, now I'll be late for class, like I am right now. Might as well have slept for a precious extra 10 minutes.
That aside, I am grateful for the rather efficient public transport system. I just hate crowds.
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