Everyday, without fail, I see the same people in the train.
There's the fat lady : she lives nearby... we always get there at the same time, she drive a grey Honda Civic, marbles her hair with bleach, is larger around than from bottom up. She goes to the same grocery store as me & has a son, wears too much perfume/baby powder & shoves people trying to get into the train in the morning. She also has this large white stripped winter coat that looks like a tent.
There's fake eyelashes girl : She doesn't wear them everyday, but often enough. Her hair has this sad blond quality of bleach-abused follicles. She looks very pretty at first glance but in fact wears too much carfully applied makeup which makes her face look pasty, her jaw is very large for her small nose & she has underbite. And her boobs are fake.
There's the teacher lady : I don't know in fact if she's really a teacher but the looks like my old 6th grade one! Brown coat, brown dyed frizzy hair (cheap dyes give that look). Looks nice enough but perpetually lost. She drives a white Volvo and needs extra space to open her doors.
There's the twitchy woman : Glasses, no makeup, cropped hair flying every direction. Mismatched clothes, likes to play sudoku & read Quebec novels. And can't stop jerking her legs... intensely... all the time!
Finally, the best of the best, the Latino Tea Club : These four people sit at the same space every morning, reserve seats for friends who will come on the train at later stations and all drink tea one of the laidies bring in a ridiculously large thermos. They have color-assigned cups and speak a mix of italian & spanish for the whole ride, drinking tea.
So there ya go!
Aaridys - from work! - yeah... bored...
Humeur: Cool
Musique: CJPX
27 janvier 2010
Daily musings
at 1:37 p.m.
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Cette danse de la quotidienneté. Nous sommes entourés de créatures toutes aussi farfelues, belles, pathétiques, mystérieuses et c'est ce qui fait le charme de la vie. En prenant l'autobus pour aller à mon travail, il y a souvent une jeune fille qui s'installe toujours près de moi. Elle a le teint pâle, une baboune de paresseuse mais l'oeil plutôt alerte. Elle s'installe, écoute sa musique et descent à un arrêt avant le mien. Depuis plusieurs mois je me demande toujours quelle existence elle mène et dernièrement, elle est arrivée dans l'autobus avec de grosses lunettes fumées. Elle les a enlevé quelques minutes, question de voir quelque chose dans son sac à main et j'ai réalisé qu'elle avait un oeil au beurre noir.
Je replonge donc ainsi dans mon marasme, mes pensées sombres et mélancoliques.
La vie est si belle... Ce sont les humains qui l'enlaidissent.
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