Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Her Monologue

Waiting for my bus the other day, I looked over to the woman pacing back and forth beside me. Grunting impatiently, she walks to the curb and peers out into the oncoming traffic. Turning back to me, she catches my eye and says "Which bus you waiting for?"

"Er...the 245"

With a smirk on her face, "Ha, I just saw that one, just passed by before you got here. Yup, you missed it."

"Haha, yeah, I know, I saw it on the way here."

"Yup, you missed it...you sure missed it.", she reiterated.

(Again, I emit a dorky, assenting laugh out of politeness)

"Well, I sure hope my bus comes next, I've been waiting here for a long time. Had to work the day after boxing day, can you believe it? Everyone is off today, but not me...today is the busiest day in fact. Yup, everyone gets the day off and I'm here working. Look at us, out here in the cold, waiting for our buses. I had to work today, can you believe it?"

"Well, maybe you get paid more to work today, no?"

She raises her eyebrow for a moment, "Yeah, I get paid more today. Yeah, some people out there don't get paid today, but I do, time and a half in fact."

"Well, then that's something to be happy about..." I trail off in a weak, small voice.

I'm not sure why, but I asked, "How was your Christmas?"

"Well, it's been a good Christmas, you know why? All my family is dead. Just had to cook for my husband. He just has a sister in Montreal. All we had to do was talk to them over the phone after dinner. She's been living there for over a year now."

I say nothing, and she continues.

"Yeah, it's nice to talk to her, haven't heard from her in a long time. My nephew though...geez, that boy. He couldn't even get on the phone to say Merry Christmas to his own uncle."

"Oh, maybe he wasn't available to?", I offered.

"Oh, he sure was, he was sitting right at the dinner table while his mother was on the phone and he would not even get up to say Merry Christmas to his uncle."

"Well, maybe he's shy?"

"Nope, nope. It's just rude. It's unacceptable. That boy should have gotten off his behind to talk to his uncle. That boy hasn't spoken to his uncle in years. He's 24 and he's in university, he should know better. Now tell me, isn't he rude? Isn't he just terrible?"

"Well, 24 is young, maybe he didn't know that it mattered so much to you two."

"Nope, unacceptable, he should know better. To think that he was sitting at that dinner table and couldn't even get up to say Merry Christmas to his uncle...that is just terrible. Can you believe it? Don't you think he's terrible?"


A very satisfied look appears on her face. Then her bus arrives and she bids me a happy new year. I say, "yes you too" and then I am left standing there, feeling just a little bit exploited.


QubesBlog said...

i'll make sure little Damian calls you to say Merry Xmas auntie when he's 24....

Leah said...

Wait is this a true story????

LOVE YOUR DRAWINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Elisa Chee said...

Thank you! YES, this really happened, bizarre, right?

Leah said...

I would be just freaked out.

stuff99 said...

Gosh you're back to blogging...perhaps I should get back at it.

dogimo said...

Why are so many people like that? I don't even know how to describe it. The need to cast your situation as unfortunate, so they can take sociable delight in it.

It must be some extension of misery loves company.

Elisa Chee said...

yeah, and I loved her misery enough to transcribe it on my blog!

Chou, yes please get back to your blogging!

macrae said...

she totally raped you. *shakes head*