suits, botox and more suits

so the day starts beautifully. the weather is great. on my way to work and im thinking i shud be playin cricket instead.

i take the bus to work. i recognise a lot of faces, i try n figure how some live their lives. for a while i thought something happened to the old man, he greets all the familiars in the bus. then i saw him a few weeks ago. i think he finally quit. a person that old shudnt be workin, he shud be spending his time with his grandkids(maybe hes doin it now), but situations and circumstance, them be the big killers.

there have a been few additions to the regulars.

the MIB. sometimes they are the MIG(men in grey). and some other times they are the MIRDG(men in really dark grey). one of them, the skinny one with the spiky hair makes me look fat! and the other one is big and never smiling. hmmm, both of em are never smiling. they just walk to the stop and board the bus. then they take their seats. big guy closes his eyes, folds his arms. skinny guy looks out the window.

then theres the 3 boys with suits and their laptops. they board the bus before i do. im willin to bet - new arrivals in the country. hair so neat, shoes so shiny and damn those suits so neatly ironed. need to find where they get their suits laundered.

how can i miss the girl who pulls her hair back so tight(her eyebrows are where her hairline shud begin), i wonder how she manages to do that everyday? botox?? the route is new to her, she always counts stops before she gets off, not too familiar with the area.


i like travelling by bus. its the trip/journey.