Journal no. 3

when i was at the second hand shop, there was a small middle-aged lady who was trying to keep busy by going around arranging and moving thing too zealously. she would want to put items on the shelf when people were browsing or push the wheelie thing past customers, all the while saying "excuse me"... she wasn't in sync with the rhythm of how people worked.

so i was paying at the counter, and managed to jab her with my elbow because she was trying to get past behind me while i was putting my change in my pocket. the space behind me wasn't narrow and it wasn't my fault, but she proclaimed "ow!" so i apologised by saying "i'm SO sorry". she looked at me angrily and wordlessly, but i'm not the type to ask if she was alright because i didn't really care and she looked like someone who won't appreciate such concern anyway.

which reminded of the incident on the bus the other day.

some young ladies were at the back of the bus when i got on and the ride was uneventful until i heard some yelling from the back. i had my earphones on, so the lady shouting must have been quite loud. she wanted to get off the bus, but i think she didn't press the bell, so she was like, "i want to get off".
but the thing was that she took her time and didn't move when the door opened, so the driver closed the door after a while. then she yelled again more angrily, adding some colorful curse words. i was glad i couldn't hear the hate in her voice, but there were young kids on the bus too, so that sucks. when she finally got off the bus, i saw that she didn't look particularly drunk, nor was she was carrying anything except for a small bag. but she was glaring at the bus driver, even going to the front door just so she could show him the finger a few times.
the poor bus driver certainly didn't deserve this abuse.
which made me think about how some people are just mental so you shouldn't take their words or actions to heart.