People, my friends especially, have been politely commenting on my very odd temperament. Not odd in an interesting way, but odd in the ‘abnormal’ and highly ‘eccentric’ way. I never quite listened.
I have a very low tolerance and get all fidgety and annoyed when waiting for the bus...especially Bus 77! Normally I wouldn’t blame the bus drivers as they can’t control the traffic and they most certainly can’t control the throngs of people bustling in through the doors. The only problem was the absence of crowd and traffic over at the place. So like any other fidgety Singaporean that absolutely refused to call Iris, I made a silent pact with the heavenly King up there.
“If bus 77 comes within the next 5 buses, I’d go home and study!” I thought, amidst how ridiculously futile it seemed. Bus 77 usually arrives well beyond their designated time slot – approximately 35 to 45 minutes of waiting time. I would stand there and sulk while the bus captain shot me a very nasty scowl that implied “Get on kid or I’ll shut the door with your nose in it!”
Lo and behold! Within 5 minutes, Bus 77 comes swiveling round the bend, and I was in shock.
“Wow, what a good girl!” said my mother in a spirited tone as she returned home from work, “Doing homework?”
“I’m studying,” I replied, ruffling through my Palestinian readings. “I made a pact. I told him that if my bus arrives early, I’d come home to study.”