I was seated not far from the two ladies who were chatting happily (one lady was holding a bouquet of flowers and a card). As usual, I had an invisible bulwark set up around me as I prepare myself to take a “travel nap”. My barricade was shattered when the lady holding the card animatedly asked her friend about something. It’s loud enough for all of the passengers inside the bus to hear.
The conversation went this way:
Lady 1: Do I look like 59?
(TheCuriousMe Note: Lady 1 was holding the bouquet of flowers while reading the card… It’s obviously her birthday.)
Lady 2: No.
Lady 1: Oh! Thank you!
(TheCuriousMe: She’s absolutely delighted with her friend’s answer because she flashed a bright smile! Oh boy! )
In my little corner, I nearly blurted out, “No, you look like you’re 70″. Good thing I controlled my mouth, I don’t want to burst her bubble. I don’t even know them. Bad me. :p Though my “travel nap” was boorishly severed, I was still grinning mischievously. Darn! I must be going berserk. Am I making any sense? This must be the effect of not having a restful sleep.
Until then! Mwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwa!
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