23.1.06
it makes you wonder doesn't it, one minute you're minding your peace and the next min some man sits behind you and starts making ching-chong girl going to chop shallot remarks, with his hand next to your shoulder where you're leaning on your seat. you choose to ignore. plenty of those mentally ill people where i used to live. i let it go. one station passes.
then the "flie lice" line. this guy's sentences seem to be an annoying buzz of a fly who would not shoo, and has not be swatted by someone. you know me. i don't kill things. he sounds drunk/high/stoned and generally repeated what he said like a broken record. i decide to let it go. a whole train, quite empty, but full of asian people and here was this person making ass comments. he MUST be stupid. logic defies such actions.
then he pushes my seat and asks "is your dad a "ni hao" man". a loop of ten of the same sentences.
i invite you to profile him. what race was he? what was he wearing? how much does he make a year...? i hadn't turned around at that point and i sure had my mental image.
i turned around. and for one he was completely sober and healthy, but i was still shocked with what i saw. he had his phone to his ear, staring at me as i walked closer to him, arm on the seat i just stood up from, waiting for me to look down like any civilised asian girl would and walk away. he's probably just talking to his friends thought it'd be funny to breathe some harmless insults down some asian girl's back. i smile.
me: you-need-to-stop-being-a-loser (quite slowly for dramatic effect, and begin walking away)
he: (long pause) what did you say to me???
must have wax in his ears. that was soft. i was pretty surprised that he sounded offended. i giggled and shook my head and walked on past him. he shouted behind me, looking for an open window to retaliate "what did you say to me?". there i thought asses had the best come backs, and all he could give me was an invitation to repeat what i said so he had more time to think up one.
damn it, i got caught up and stooped to his level.
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then the "flie lice" line. this guy's sentences seem to be an annoying buzz of a fly who would not shoo, and has not be swatted by someone. you know me. i don't kill things. he sounds drunk/high/stoned and generally repeated what he said like a broken record. i decide to let it go. a whole train, quite empty, but full of asian people and here was this person making ass comments. he MUST be stupid. logic defies such actions.
then he pushes my seat and asks "is your dad a "ni hao" man". a loop of ten of the same sentences.
i invite you to profile him. what race was he? what was he wearing? how much does he make a year...? i hadn't turned around at that point and i sure had my mental image.
i turned around. and for one he was completely sober and healthy, but i was still shocked with what i saw. he had his phone to his ear, staring at me as i walked closer to him, arm on the seat i just stood up from, waiting for me to look down like any civilised asian girl would and walk away. he's probably just talking to his friends thought it'd be funny to breathe some harmless insults down some asian girl's back. i smile.
me: you-need-to-stop-being-a-loser (quite slowly for dramatic effect, and begin walking away)
he: (long pause) what did you say to me???
must have wax in his ears. that was soft. i was pretty surprised that he sounded offended. i giggled and shook my head and walked on past him. he shouted behind me, looking for an open window to retaliate "what did you say to me?". there i thought asses had the best come backs, and all he could give me was an invitation to repeat what i said so he had more time to think up one.
damn it, i got caught up and stooped to his level.
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