Thursday, November 26, 2015

The Thigh Rub

This kind bus life, nawa oh! It is only God that will help me keep my sanity oh. What happened?

Okay, let me start off by saying I am not really into all that body-contact thing, especially with people I don't know. Yeah, I know we ladies always have our bags on our shoulders or arms; or our purses in our hands but the menfolk just usually shove their wallets in their side or back-pockets. I have absolutely no quarrel with that.

What I have a problem with is that a brother who knows his wallet or money is in his pocket will not remove it before entering buses where we are all cramped together like sardines, No. He waits until the conductor requests for money , then he starts to dig into his pocket in that horridly tight space, inadvertently rubbing against your thighs. 

The more respectable ones have learnt how to raise their lower body to avoid appearing to be groping females but the careless ones will even elbow your boobs (insert wide eyes here). I mean, what is so difficult in bloody getting your bloody money out in time? What?