My deep, bothered voice
When I speak in it, it makes wonders. Well it has today. Like for the first time. I was in the subway, the train was crowded and about to leave and us we were still on the platform. When I used it: “Could you move over, please. Thank you very much”. Then the train left and we were on it.
My next rant is about that one traveler who decides it’s a good time to eat a doughnut during subway rush hour. Usually they would eat on you, preferably on your back. Once they are done they would lick their fingers and dust off imaginary, or not! crumbs of their hands. Again, on fellow passengers.
Then this doughnut eating catastrophy got off and a lady came, she was reading Adevarul de seara. I got a glimpse at some random title spelling out the secret: Romanians impolite on public transportation. The writing is on the wall, I am telling you!
“Are you bothered?”
Bitch. Bitch. Bitch…
I am. Bothered, bitch, bothered bitch. Always.