i'm boring that way.

It is a usual Friday morning. On a particular fifty-three - a fairly packed fifty-three as morning crowds always pack it to be - the bus driver opens the doors to a good supply of patrons in good-willed civility. Naturally, the bus's capacity is pushed to its limit; But he insists. "Hou mian yi dian," move in! Those fortunate enough to get on the bus, quietly oblige. An extra old lady manages to compress herself into the vehicle. "Hou mian yi dian, hou mian yi dian," move in, move in! he cries; The old lady joins in, dishing out Chinese words of fierce sensibility to the poor boy who had saved too much space for himself. The other patrons wait in silence. The boy moves what few centimeters he could. The old lady now noisily pushes her way through, scolding that Malay boy for being so silly as she finds her place in a curiously empty seat. She grumbles, rather loudly, to her neighbors, justifying her proclamations to the bus, though no one acknowledges. Finally, when she had satisfied her rantive urges, she settles down, shaking her head to herself while the standard criticisms of today's youth ran through her mind...