"aray!"

just another day. or so i thought.

on my usual weekday. oh, left the house earlier than usual by the way.
witnessed another chunk of the rush hour. stressed? nah.
robotic routine. everything seemed too calculated.
what's taking the train so long? tip tappin.
people started to crowd the plank. gotta to take that seat.

mind traverses. people watching. keenly observing some.
nosy. nosy me, as usual.
an oddly loud, "aray!" startled my quiescence.
an old lady probably got hurt. duh, people were cramped like sardines in this (mr)tincan.
now, tell me if your personal bubble won't burst?!? invasion of privacy.
and if that's not enough, someone old man quipped. "aray? tell that aray to gloria!"

hmmm. quite a handful right there. people are so irate nowadays.
acting like berserks over petty, very trivial things.
and i can't blame them...
what an early dose of the vitamin P(olitics)?!?!!


"aray?" tell that to gloria.
and oh, thanks for the sucky ride.
for crying out loud, can you do something about it?!?!?!
(i really, really hope this doesn't dissipate into thin air)