Few minutes ago, i was on the verge na suntukin na ang bunganga ni ate sa MRT, pitikin ang mga mata nya habang nakadilat at putukin ang fake boobs nya (tagalog para intense). Hahaha. Seriously.
She pushed lolo and the woman with an infant while trying to fit herself inside the train, lolo dropped his bag but she kicked it instead so she could get a seat faster, took away lola's seat and stepped on my toes with her sharp heels. She didn't apologize to any of us. She just sat there comfortably and acted as if nothing happened. Pulled out a blush-on from her bag, retouched her make-up and adjusted her push-up bra.
Many had expressed their dismay and even corrected Ate in the most polite way. Pero sagot nya, "Eh ano ngayon? Pakialam nyo ba?" Then she started ranting til the next station.
Juice colored. Naa siguro sa iyang boobs iyang utok. Lord patawad.
I had to stay calm. Breathed deeply and pictured happy thoughts. Inisip nalang na baka may diarrhea lang talaga si ate kaya sya nagmamadaling makaupo at dinaan nalang sa make-up ang struggling face nya. But i could not help the malditaness i have within enemor so i pointed at the floor near her. She looked down. I blurted out, "Ate mamaya pag baba, pakipulot naman ng utak mo please. Nahulog ata habang nagsisiksikan kanina."
Lolo had a faint laugh.
And I exited the train gracefully.
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