I had a very âfunâ ride at the subway todayâŠ
Like every morning, I went to my nearest metro station to catch a train to take me to work.
Usually it is a pretty quiet wait since it is still early, most of the passengers are still sleepy and donât have much interest in talking.
Today though, something broke that silence. I was suddenly hearing a womanâs voice mumbling. I tried to find where that voice is coming from.
I turned around and saw the back of a woman, facing the wall, holding something and her shoulders going up and down.
I took an interest because she seemed to be laughing and tried to hear what she was saying. And then, I realized that she wasnât laughing⊠âNoâ, âWhat do you careâ, âYou donât âŠâ. Thatâs what I managed to hear.
People around were uninterested in her but to me she seemed to be trying to hold her voice down and not show that she was about to start crying.
I felt sorry for her, being in this situation, early in the morning, alone in a cold metro station, trying to hide her feelings from the one she was on the phone with and from the âbusyâ eyes around, that are waiting for the next train to pass.
The train came and we all went in. Amazingly, it wasnât very crowded. She stood, facing the other door and kept talking. I was right behind her.
And the train started moving. And because of the noise, she started speaking louder. And louder⊠And she started sounding angry. And angrier.
And suddenly she started yelling! âWHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?â. âYou are nothing. NOTHING to me anymoreâ. âYou donât have ANY right to ask or judge me, YOU HEAR ME?â. People around were surprised! Some even woke up!!! But she kept going. âI AM SICK OF YOU. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. DONâT EVER CALL ME AGAIN. E V E R!â. And she hung up.
People left looking at the back of that woman. They kept staring, silently, not moving, not even a sound. And thenâŠ. In all that silence, in that awkward momentâŠ.
A fart!!!! Not a very loud one, not a very long one either. Just a couple of seconds, just a high pitch âsqueezedâ oneâŠ
Some gentleman, just a meter away from us, couldnât take all that excitement and farted. And broke the silence! We all knew who was the culprit because he was the only one looking at his feet.
A few younger passengers started smiling, a young lady behind me started laughing. I could barely hold my laugh too when I realized that the woman was doing the exact same thing.
She placed her hand in front of her mouth and her shoulders were going up and down again, from silent laughing this time.
And a daily routine, a subway ride to work, had officially become something to remember!