The Killing Time

 I'm upset. Utterly upset. Not only has it been an awful week, I'm completely drained and ready to run away, change my name to Pam and sell breadfruit and yam. Complete with living up in the hills by myself and be done with all this stupidity. Recently some dimwits have come up with this nonsensical idea to host Spanish town's first 'Bloody Christmas'. Like we don’t already have enough problems in this godforsaken town? How do I know this? Well because Jamaican's have been put on to the world of technology and because we're known to be "frightened" and illogical, these individuals decided to make this known information via social media. Apparently a voice note was being circulated, in which a guy warned of these villains intentions. Kudos to him for doing that. I hope he lives to be a hero and not "The Boy Who Cried Wolf". 

  However right now I'm not very fond of this individual and here's why.  Since returning to the hellhole they call 6th form I've made it my goal for each day to get home early. I'm totally over this bus system and the sweaty, green arm, loud mouth , annoying kids (no apologies) out there who somehow defy the laws of physics when ramming themselves into the bus and the fools that call themselves adults who try to act like some kind of human statue in the middle of the bus doorway . Literally pausing in the middle of a rowdy crowd of miserable teens trying to get home, only to shout "Don’t push mi" or "mi nuh waa nuhbody push mi".   Kiss My Teeth! Listen fam, I'll push a man down when you come with that stupidity, who's going to listen to you? These hooligans?  Spanish Town residents have no behaviour. Anyway because of the warning issued, the police men of Spanish town have made it their duty to cause havoc.  After getting lucky and avoiding the usual maneuvering it takes to get on to the bus to get a seat, I thought that maybe I’d be able to get a taxi as soon as I arrived.  Only to find ,that upon entering the town , as the bus drove pass my route taxi stand that board was scattered everywhere and not one taxi was in sight. I was in total disbelief and willed myself to walk to the taxi stand after dismounting the bus. I don’t even know if I was expecting to see the cars magically appear, ready to Wisk me away. I walked slowly surveying the area, they'd literally destroyed the little shops along the entrance of the stand and barred the entrance so the taxis couldn’t enter. I wanted to tear off a man's mask. Because HOW are we expected to get home and sooner or later those same police men who barred the taxis from taking us home would come and try to run us home. Fools!    As I walked out of the taxi stand I literally paused and looked on in confusion at the crowds of people waiting for various means of transportation and I didn’t have the first clue as to how to find my route taxis . I walked around looking like a lost puppy until I decided to take a taxi that ran to the road that led to the back of my community. Only to find chattering, obviously homeless students standing there with no taxi in sight. I waited for a few minutes them prompted myself to leave. As I walked through the crowds I failed to understand why these students from various institutions were standing around casually.  Finally I decided to wait on a bus, I saw one bus  jam packed with commuters, and to say it was packed like sardines is an understatement. Eventually when I did get a bus, the conductor was insistent on sending people to stand in the 'whole heap' of imaginary space that the bus supposedly had. he literally said "mi nuh waa see no light pan the bus". Imagine that!  

   Luckily i was offered a seat by a lady who only offered because she didn’t want her son to pay the $100 for the seat he was sitting in. I found that out only after I squashed myself between her and the middle seat that the conductor made clear was not supposed to be dropped. I could care less. I just wanted to get home.  When I called for my stop, the lady, disheartened, asked if I was coming off the bus and I mumbled a response as I jumped up and squeezed myself between the standing passengers who were so comfortable in their spots found it hard side step so I could pass. I hate when people bring out the hooligan in me. Their reluctance led to me anchoring (or elbowing) a few passengers pushing them out of my way to get off that old bus. I dropped my fare in the driver's hand and briskly walked away to cross the road to get home.  

 I hate public transportation and   I hate dimwits that make life hard for everybody. If it wasn’t for their bloody plans (pun intended) then I would not have had to suffer so. I see no need for these plans they've made except for making the life of the common man and irritable school girl (me) more complicated than it already is. The insufferable individuals bother my soul with their arrogance and selfishness. Because I can assure you, this is only to prove their level of badness "rude boy ting".   But as they say “Anything bad fi get dash weh".  

TwistedM