i go from my university back home by public transport.
public transport is the cheapest way to get around, especially in lebanon, yet it disgusting and disturbing due to the extremely uncomfortable ripped out seats.
anyway, i encounter loads of people everyday on my home, people of diffrent social classes and orientations and races.
so, here is one of the most amazing stories i encountered while using public transport.
one day, i was in a van passing from one of the most crowded and neglected ares in lebanon, “sabra”. an old man stopped the van. the old man was wearing an attire, holding a tall stick with some leather and gems on the top. a respectable man i directly thought, the type of people that has the ability to solve any problem within the family or his com,unity.
the man sat next to me, and looked at amazment at me. i was wearing all black, and had a mohak and my metal music was filling the bus since the earphones weren’t plugged correctly (i didn’t know that, yet nobody complained). the man looked at me, rolled his eyes, then stretched his moustach. then he poked me, so i removed my earphones and looked and he was like (in arabic) “what the fuck are listening to you sick rascal? back in my days, all we listened to was true music and stories from our parents and grandparents mouth’s, not the demonicly enriched manure you are listening to”. i looked and didn’t know what to answer a man that’s at least 80 years old. i plucked my earphones back in as the man muttered something in a low voice.
later on, a female got on bored, her ass half showing, so uncle oldy seemed to get a bit exited. he started tossing in his seat and truning from side to side in an attempt to get a better view of the ass. again, the old man poked me and he whispered “back in my days, asses didnt look anything like that, are you getting any ass ? if you are not, get as much as you can before you run out of years, watch and learn young one”
the old man pulled out his stick and pushed it into the females elbow and said “allow me to free you of the transportation fee” the female replied “no! thank you, i have my money”. the man hummed ans starred at the ass for a prolonged period the yelled “this is were i shall leave this ass and get off the bus”. everybody looked in amazment while i laughed my guts out. as the man was getting off he grasped the females thigh so hard that he almost ripped of her pants, surprisingly, the female didnt even give him an evil look or complain.
i went wondering at that moment weather that female is a prostitute or just dumb not to resist harasination, and why didn’t she take his money as long as she seemed to be pleasured with his hand all over her. and then i went to the other corner of my trip, and wondered weather my music is diabolic, or that mans mentality and action are the diabolic stuff that must be evaded and tabooed in society instead of being credited as a stud and applauded for “knowing how to handle women”.