|COURAGE...is trust in action|
...that how people look really doesn't tell you much about their personality or...character.
I was on the skytrain going home, and (as always) it was pretty crowded. But first, I dropped by a local store to get some chips, cos I've wanting to eat some for a while, so decided to give in to my vice this time. Saw an old lady there, and she seemed like an old lady, silver-haired, clean cut (hair wise) and quiet (like how you expect old ladies to be). She was in front of me in the line, and waited patiently as the cashier checked her out. So anyway, it was my turn, and after totalling up my purchase, he said (drum roll), "your total comes to $___, sir".....*silence* I mean...okay, I know I was wearing my dad's coat, but, really, did I look THAT masculine?? the last time someone mistook me for a creature of the opposite gender, was on my 13th year, when I had an extra-short hair cut. HELLO! *shake head* anyway, that's not the story. Moving on. So, in the skytrain, on my way home, I saw the old lady again. It turns out we were both getting off on the same stop. She was sitting down, and as the train slows, she got up to get to the door (where I was standing) there were some people in front of me, one of which had his bag on the floor. I guess she didn't see the bag, because she stumbled on the bag and fell on me. The guy next to me and myself, included, grabbed her arms, so she didn't fall (thanks goodness), and we both asked her if she was okay. She didn't say she was, neither did she say she wasn't. What she did do and say, was to turn to the guy behind her (who had the bag on the floor) and said "move your F_____ bag away from the door, would you?" ... ... ... *jaw (mine) dropped*. and she said it pretty loud too. by this time, the train had stopped, and she had gotten off. the guys around me were at first quiet, and then started chuckling, "o-kay...." said one of them, i guess no one knew what to comment on that. You just never expect a sweet and quiet looking old lady to get mad, must less say the "F" word. I was, to say the least, a little shocked. She just didn't seem like the type, but I guess, you really can't tell just by looking at someone. I, for some reason, found it amusing and laughed when I was walking back home. I hope she's okay though, at least I know she didn't bump her head or anything, cos nothing wrong with her mouth....*grin*
Oh, in case you were wondering about my last entry. It's okay. Chris is (as I had suspected) a very nice guy. He meant it when he said I didn't have to be shy around him, and now he usually jokes around and starts the conversation with me, as he knows that I'm a little shy around him. We're becoming friends, I think. I still have a little crush on him, but at least it's out in the open, and I don't have to play that "hiding" game with him, and since he's okay with me, I'm okay with him. I like him (as a person), so it's easy to play and joke around with him. Anyway, we're becoming friends, and I like the fact that it's out in the open, so I don't have to be afraid of him finding out, and I can be myself with him. *grin* yay.
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