Hey everyone! It’s been more than a week since I last posted something and it felt different, as I am used to dropping by blogs and cooking up posts every so often. Work has been crazy, and I almost always find myself sleeping before I can even boot up my laptop. I’m not complaining as I am really happy with what I do now, though the job is definitely no joke. It is a happy stress, though, and I haven’t felt this for a long time (although the CEs are still driving me mad! Ugh numbers).
Anyway, as a part of my daily routine, I am now commuting to work everyday at the worst times of the day. I work relatively near my home (travel time is 30 minutes if there aren’t any traffic) and I no longer need to ride the evil MRT, but still, commuting is such a hassle, I wish we can all work in the comforts of our own bed.
|MRT Queue y’all (Image via Google)
As I was traveling to work today, my friend and I had a funny conversation about how he’s so drenched in sweat as he made his way to the MRT trains, and I, on the other hand, was complaining about how my “bus mate” smells really bad. It wasn’t the nicest thing to say, calling somebody else as ‘amoy lupa’
, but then again, we all need to bring some sunshine in our lives to go through such a grueling morning.
My route every day goes like this: take a jeepney and travel for 15 minutes, take a bus to Quezon Ave., and then take a trike going to our building. It’s way better than the stressful MRT trains, but it wasn’t something to consider lightly. Buses are just as stressful as the trains — decrepit looking, with people jammed in like sardines, bodies rubbing the sweat on each other — boy, pretty much nothing comes easy when commuting. I also have a hard time running after buses especially when I’m wearing a dress (duh). One time, I was so desparate to go home, I run after a bus and I was standing on the stairs already, with the guy in front of me trying to push his butt on my face (disgusting, yes).
So as I reflect on these glorious days when I go out of the house extremely fresh, only to get to work smelling like shit, I decided to list down my top pet peeves when it comes to traveling on public transportations. I know you can all relate at one point or another.
• People who cuts the line on the MRT queue inside the platform (or just people who cuts line in general). Guys, there is a line for a reason, and that reason is for us to have a peaceful day. We are all in a hurry, but it’s not our fault that you are about to get in late. Other people went here much earlier than you, please respect that. Do not cut in line or I’ll scream at your face.
• People who doesn’t know how to wipe their sweat. I know the weather is always humid, but instead of flaunting that “after marathon look”, complete with dripping sweat and drenched arms, could you kindly wipe them off as we feel uncomfortable rubbing elbows with someone as wet as you are? We just don’t have a choice. So please.
• People who pushes you as you try to get off the bus. There really is no need to push me as it won’t make you alight more quickly from this damned public transport. Wait for me as I safely get off the bus because if you push me and some random motorcycle hits me and I die, I will fucking haunt you in all the moments of your life.
• People who smells. Some deodorant or tawas, perhaps?
• Perverts. Dear kuya, I can sue you for harassment, haven’t you heard? Quick side story: I was once harassed by a guy on a jeepney while I was on my way to work. I was wearing a skirt and he’s the type of guy who goes from one jeep to another to ask for ‘help’. He was crouching in front of me, and as I decided to ignore his pleas, he put his hand between my knees and rubbed my legs in an extremely harassing way. I was shocked and didn’t do anything, but after that I felt like kicking him in the balls and crying. Up to this day, I still remember his face clearly, and if I ever came across with him again, I’ll crush his shins until he can no longer walk.
• Jeepney barkers who punches the sides of the jeep as he ever so violently informs you that there is still a space for one inside the cramped vehicle. I mean, really? There is no need to scream on our ears while violently tapping the sides of our seats. We’ll move if there’s a space. If there is none, then we can’t do anything about it, asshole.
• Bus drivers who loves to try death defying stunts like swiveling. On a flyover. Lord.
How about you guys? What are your greatest commuting pet peeves?
Let me know and let’s have a good laugh out of our situations everyday. :p