Busker Magnet
Whenever I struck up conversations with my fellow working-class friends about catching public transport, we always ended up surprising each others because we seemed to get similar experiences - in a spooky, twisted-world kind of way.
Like today for example. I was on the bus and this female busker got on and out of all the seats on the bus, she picked to stand next to mine, and started singing away.
So I had the exclusivity of having to hear the falsetto voice a lot more clearly, along with the atrociously strummed sound of the guitar reverberating through the bus’ walls and back. I winced and rubbed my privately-invaded ears, hoping to God that the torture would end soon enough. Fortunately, she was facing the other way so I was saved from all the rains of saliva that would land on my freshly-shampooed hair.
After she was gone, another busker - this time a male with long hair and a voice I couldn’t quite decide which category it belonged to (good, bad or just plain weird) - got on. And again, he picked to stand on my side.
Now, I thought. There’s gotta be something really wrong with me, or I’m just a busker magnet.
Is it my face? My hair? Or perhaps the way I dress? Why, why do buskers feel so comfortable to perch themselves next to me?
As I kept wondering, I decided to ask my friends’ opinion on this and they said, “I always get that. Every time I get on the bus. Out of all the seats on the bus, they pick to stand next to mine.”
So I looked at my friends’ faces, hair, clothes - anything that would give me clues to the reasons why we were busker magnets. But so far nothing.
The only, legitimate, positive conclusion that I could conjure up is this: Buskers pick us because we look kind, like we’re the type of people who would give them spare changes.
Either that or we just use really good deodorants.
October 16th, 2005 at 12:22 am
i think i’ll go with the deodorant. coz i’m not too sure about the kind thing.. wakakakkakka
October 16th, 2005 at 12:25 am
sepatu nya buat gw ya? *senyum jail*
October 16th, 2005 at 12:28 am
Oh God! No!! Not my shoes!!