Traveling by the metro gets more interesting by the day. One learns loads and amongst the various learnings that I have acquired over the past few months is this little nugget that I can barely type out because I’m laughing so hard.
When I got on to the metro today it was like any other day, packed with people and full to the brim. As usual there were people who chose to sit on the floor. Nothing new you could say but what was new was that instead of the usual college kids there was this exquisitely made up lady in a soft pink salwar suit sitting with her back to the wall of the carriage. She’d taken a lot of trouble over her appearance and seemed to be very conscious of the way she looked. So it was all the more incongruous that she was sitting on the floor. To each their own.
Any way, time passed, I got engrossed in my book of the moment and pretty soon the presence of the painted lady went the way of all mental trash. The next thing I knew someone was shrieking like a banshee and I looked up in surprise to find that the source of the noise pollution was the painted lady.
A closer look revealed the source of her agony – her soft pink suit was covered in grease stains the size of Africa on a large scale world map and her carefully made up face now sported black streaks making her look like some kind of tribal princess. Apparently she had cosied up a little too much to the wall and hence the result. A couple of tissues soon took care of the streaked face but the suit remained splotchy, a reminder to the world at large that expensive clothes should be treated with the care they deserve because grease is not just the name of a musical.
Moral of the story - Don't sit on the metro floor.
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