Bullied by Decency

Yesterday, 'bus' ing home I faced a dilemma that has bothered me often enough. Often enough to write about that is.
Got a seat, sat through most of my journey, got up with two stops to go. Passageway on a Volvo is quite narrow and me and my bag had to make way through, mumbling apologies ( me); and getting stuck ( my bag).
The landing area near the door,was packed with people. Most took one look at me and squeezed, angled, contorted, themselves to make way... and waited. A few just sucked in their tummies, held their breath ...and waited. A father picked up his kid . The doors hissed open. The conductor looked at me reproachfully.
I didn't think too much after that and quickly got off.

But you see, it wasn't my stop.
And it wasn't the first time.

Ravings of a cribber :)

Need to start something different. Chose a good day for it and now I am totally down. Bad headache, bad tummy and bad attitude. I wonder how people get things done :

Kya kool hei hum :)

Wats life without colorful undies?