Commuting is barely fun, when you live a little far from your place of work, especially when the route is the worst possible one. But then, there is the silver of meeting people, who well, emm eventually do become your friends. That and the fact that your company has a cab policy and you don’t actually have to take public transport or walk. I digress. So I’ve classified people who I’ve met in the cab, go ahead and see if any of the colourful characters below actually conince you to take public transport and save mother earth. Kidding.
The phone talkers: Its amazing how little sense of privacy people have. Sure your boy friend is an ass, sure you’d want the whole world to know, hell I would want the world to know if my boyfriend bought a blue shirt instead of the white one I suggested. While you are at it, can you please use facebook or orkut? The thing is, I have partial deafness because of you. Now I don’t want to be rude, congratulations that Priya didi has a child and I’m as sorry as you are that you weren’t there, but recollecting the story where her mil asked you to get married to her other son, whose qualities are then promptly enumerated will not help, unless you have plans to hook me up with him. Not interested.
The face readers:A.k.a, unsolicited advice givers. A typical conversation with them would go this way:
FR(Face Reader): Hi. You look so dull today? Are you sick/didn’t sleep enough/fought with someone?
CC(CrazyCookie): Err… Hi… I just forgot to put on kaajal
.FR: I’m sure your manager said something, you seem to be having a headache. You shouldn’t have come today. Did you ask your manager for leave?
CC: No really….. just the kaajal missing….
FR: Why are you scared of your manager? You work too hard, you should totally take vacation and spend sometime with your family. I think your parents must be missing you, you feel warm, are you running a temperature? Come to think of it you looked sick yesterday night as well
.CC: (Giving up) *Sigh
The wikipedias: Self explanatory. From the non-existent plot of Singham to how their third cousin twice removed bought the exact same kurti at Charminar for a quarter of the price. From why we should recycle to why the Telengana issue has come up. They are pleasant most of the times, except when you have a meeting with your senior manager and your hard disk crashed. Then they tend to bring out the homicidal tendencies you never thought existed.
The music listener: The best kind, lost in their own world with their earphones plugged in. Until, they start singing along to the song. I know you love Nine inch Nails but singing “I want to violate you” when I’m describing my conversation with a particularly difficult customer at the exact same time I say “What on earth does he want”, ain’t amusing. I think they secretly do listen to conversations, pretending to listen to their music, what else can explain the impeccable timing?
The observer: Does not speak unless spoken to. Annoying , withdrawn, always looking out of the window. Can appear snobbish, but believe me, they are just thinking of repercussions of yesterday’s customer call or how crappy their job actually id. Aka Crazy Cookie.
The cab drivers are another story all together. More on them later. Despite my cynicism and bitchiness in general, I think I wouldn’t actually enjoy my commute as much without them. Which kind are you?
PS: Do you know other kinds?
PPS: The title is a song by the group Theatre of Tragedy.
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