I remember the first time someone called me “Madame”… How insulted I was, I mean I am not old (at least I do not feel old) and I do not think I look old.
Yesterday I took the bus to go home as usual, its what I do… I am sitting way in the back of the bus.. 2 girlies come in... One sits across from me and extends her jeans clad legs on the seat next to me and her friend sat next to her feet. There is nobody and I mean nobody that will cross these legs cause I swear she had the power to kill people with her eyes… Mean eyes, dark eyes (ok probably the make up)… So they start to talk to each other about their wonderful little lives…
Friend : I broke up with my boyfriend and I do not know how to tell my parents. Like he met my parents and family and I met his family. I just did not love him anymore (with an attitude that soooo does not convey the words).
Mean one: Well, just tell them you have something to say and that they are not allowed to ask questions…
Now I am thinking to myself, HOW can you do that, I am a total stranger and I WANT TO KNOW WHY. What happened, he didn’t love you good enough? you got tired of him playing XBOX? Or maybe, just maybe you are just young and would just like to live your life… Friend: Can you believe it ! I have 24 hours of class, I have to study at least 13 hours AND I have to work !
Mean one: I totally blew off work today, like I was going for only 3 hours and it was not planned as previously agreed at work, I mean if they can’t respect me I will not respect them…
Friend: I had a discussion with my boss last year about my hours, it was really crazy at school so he cut my hours. I was happy for a little while UNTIL I started to need money
I mean REALLY, new concept work = money. Then they babble on and on and they did what most girls do, talk about the problems about their other friend..
Mean one: You know so and so, well I do not know How to tell here this but she is like way tooo mature for her boyfriend… like she is what 20 ? and he is what.. just turned 18 ? I mean, like, he hasn’t finished doing his “crazy period of immaturity”…
I swear I could feel my hair turning gray and go boing boing on top of it and the wrinkles were growing by the second… PLEASE GET ME OFF THE BUS … I AM DYING OF OLD AGE PEOPLE… THESE KIDS ARE KILLING ME !!!!
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I remember being a young twenty something and taking the Acadia Lines Bus from Halifax to my hometown with a girlfriend who was going to visit with me for a weekend. We gabbed and giggled and gabbed and we were seated near the front. At one point the busdriver sternly told us we had to basically shut up. I guess we annoyed him. ;oP There we were all wide eyed and surprised "What? You mean we aren't as fascinating as we think??" looking, and this older guy from across the aisle or behind us (I forget now that I am old..39)piped up "Well I for one wanted to know what happened next..." Oh how we giggled (quietly) at that. Oh to be young and rule the world again...NOT!
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