I am Mae German. 34 years old. Born in Mangatarem, province of Pangasinan. I was taught and trained by 
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Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop Do not disturb.
Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop Do not disturb. | Do not disturb. |
| Wednesday, 19 August 2009 | |
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I am sure, even you have had days when all you wanted to hear was silence and all you wanted to do was to keep a shut mouth. Monday was my day. I was off to New Jersey that day and I knew I remembered putting the Do-Not-Disturb sign on my forehead so everyone could notice. But the world said, "Come again?" I had both my earpieces on and had turned up the volume. I acted busy or sleeping. I acted as if I don't care much of whatever was happening around me. I did what I needed to do-- walk, get on the train, and the bus. Didn't I just say, Do not disturb? On the bus, the driver thought I was a student. My bad, I did not make an effort to correct him. I wasn't really in the mood to talk or make a comment on anything. And I wasn't even enjoying the moment. I wasn't bored or anything but I just wanted my moment to be that way. But I will have to say, I was polite the whole time he was talking. "You look tired. Tired from studying?" "Are you from the Philippines?" "What are you taking up? Medicine?" "Profiling. I do that all the time. If you're from the Philippines, you could be taking up Medicine or something like that. I know, profiling ain't good. But yes, I do that." "You're tired. Look at your eyes. Two minutes, give me two minutes then we'll leave. I'll drive fast so you can go home and rest." "So you live that long here? I am from Jamaica. But I can't go back to my country because once you leave your country, people there assumes that you're rich. And they assume that you have a lot of money working in the United States." He was unstoppable. I was just listening, nodding my head some time and answering his questions with brief ones. I guess I was a new girl on that ride. He was talking to some people like they knew each other. Regular commuters on their usual time, I thought. They jumped from one topic to another. "I don't drink. But I have some bottles of wines, rums, and whiskeys at home. Collection. If people go to my house and they want one, I give them what they want. But I don't allow them to open it inside my house. Go take it but do not open it inside my house. I allow no one to drink inside my house because I don't drink." "My grandfather drink, he hits his wife. My uncle drinks, he hits his wife. My father drinks, he go to sleep. I don't drink. Because when you drink, you become someone else. If you want to talk to me, if you want to have an argument, let's do that. But let's do that without alcohol." "Am I talking too much? I talk too much. Am I driving too slow? We'll take you home." I told him his driving was fine and that it's all right that he's talking a lot. He makes sense and he did make some points there. I like listening to something that makes sense... and humorous. "Aww! You're leaving for Connecticut tomorrow? You will make me cry. Let us take you home then. Let's get this bus straight to your home so we won't miss you that much." He dropped me off at the curve past the bus stop so I wouldn't have to walk far. Good enough. Bless him for not heeding to the sign on my forehead. I was just tired and it was scourging hot outside that day. But then again, I should say, there is fun in commuting. I have always believed in that. |
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