March 3, 2016
Remember what I said yesterday? March seems not to be my month after all. The string of bad luck continued although I managed to have some fun.
I had to go out again and indulge in the pleasure of the public transport. Alas, there’s no other way to get from one side of Toronto to the other.
At least, I saw that the 24 hours newspaper shared my impression about the TTC today. I spied an editorial in the paper while on the subway. The guy next to me was reading it – as a matter of fact he had two of them. I don’t know why but probably just because he could. The paper is free so it wasn’t like he had to pay for it.
I had the misfortune to ride the subway when the students got out of school and that meant a lot of noise, a lot of screams and a lot of rudeness all over the place.
In a way it is normal. I remember someone saying that teenagers are like spirited foals with too much energy and of course, whenever they get together they have to impress each other and speak louder than their peers. Unfortunately, this constant contest between them leads to unbearable noise during the peak hours.
On my way home, the trip was not so bad. Not being surrounded by so much noise, I had the possibility to look around and have a glimpse of the people around.
I remember a guy around forty trying to impress all females around. At a certain moment, he even brushed his hair, sucked his belly in and tried to make his shoulders broader. All the time, he was looking to each of the women nearby but it wasn’t his lucky day. I could see faces turning so that eyes couldn’t make contact. He put a good show for about five stops, I think, but he had to get off the train. I could hear a few relieved sighs.
Then, I had, maybe, the weirdest experience ever. In front of me, there was a girl around twenty-five. She stared at me licking her lips. I broke the eye contact and turned my head and had the occasion to see a young man looking at her intensely.
He was out of luck. She didn’t seem interested in him or any of the males around but kept looking at me. Maybe, I was reminding her of her mother, I don’t know, but it was extremely strange.
It reminded me of something that happened long time ago, probably fifteen years, back in my country. I was teaching English and French to adults in private classes.
There was this woman who was working for a multinational and she was requested to learn English. The first class I had with her, and the last, actually, took place at her apartment.
Everything went just fine till she boldly put her hand on my thigh. For a moment, I was stunned and then I looked at her: she was smiling seductively. I calmly stood up and told her that the class ended and I left. It seems that, at the time, I couldn't be so easily shocked, I still could keep my calm.
Anyway, it was a weird day with problems popping all over the place and I really don’t feel like thinking about that now.
Let’s see what tomorrow brings.
Have a good day, everyone!
Born sometime in the past century, living in the 21st century.
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Sometimes fascinating guests!
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Sometimes I have to share some of my frustrations,..
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