Leverage Your Head
am not usually the type of person who wears her heart on her sleeve. most of the time, my emotional chip gravitates more towards subtlety or some very, very delayed response. so far, this works for me.
i had just finished processing some good conduct certificate for my visa’s penal clearance, and was walking back towards the car with my parent that day. to get there, i actually had to walk past some kind of boarding house for rookie police and luck placed me chronologically synchronised with the loading of some mini troops unto uncomfortable-looking vehicles. maybe it was the heat, or maybe the fact that i had to pay for some "administration" fee to retreive the certificate was getting to me. either way, those government minions, and a cornucopia of them, were giving catcalls and wolf whistles and whatever it is that neanderthals do. and it got to me. bad. nothing really artery-bursting. but bad nonetheless. and to think that they wouldn’t actually act the same had they not been in groups. and here’s to hoping that their camaraderie would actually produce certain benefits for the betterment of society of the amount directly correlative with that of the taxpayers’ money. am personally not against public appreciation stares. i do that some times as well. and if people, and there are still many of these fine specimens left, can just do that with respect, that would be really nice. i’d say bless you and may your souls go gleefully to heaven.
and as for the other kind. particulary THAT other kind. well, let’s just say that i had to act like the educated, mature, nice little lady that i was.
i told them to go to the other side.
and that they should go do it like they do on the discovery channel to themselves.
guess it’s about time to bring some sense and sensibility back to the drawing board…
