Thursday, March 22, 2012
bus mirror incident
The other day, we take a double-deck bus. Of course the kids head straight up and they choose to sit right in front, where there is one of those round mirrors on the ceiling which cleverly allow the bus driver to see what’s happening upstairs.
A young couple is occupying seats in the first row. Day and Jo seat themselves in the second row, where they have a good view of the mirror and therefore, a fish-eye view of what the couple are doing.
I see the couple kissing but that’s not why Day and Jo are giggling.
In the mirror, they see the man fondling the lady’s hand, in what I reckon they deem as a very unusual manner. So unusual it makes them laugh.
How I know is when Jo later pulls me aside and, barely able to suppress her laughter, says to me: Mummy, this is the man’s hand (holding up her left hand) and this is the woman’s hand (holding up her right hand) and he was doing this to her hand (Jo enthusiastically demonstrates).
I didn’t know what to say. I felt like puking.