He definitely didn’t see me coming.

So yesterday I was waiting for the bus with a considerable crowd of people. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a blind man with one of those sticks they use, rapidly approaching. He seemed in control as he effortlessly made his way toward me. Oh no prob I thought. He’ll veer away when he needs to. Wrong. Within seconds, I had his “poker” rattling between my legs.  I had to jump over it to avoid falling. The 5-second exchange felt like an eternity. Was I about to be tripped by a blind man? The irony was too pronounced for me to even see it as a possibility.  In the end, I managed to avoid falling. He apologized and went on his way with razor sharp accuracy I might add.  His stick glided past everyone else's legs with ease. Apparently, my gams don't register with blind folk. What's next? Will I find myself being told to shut up by a deaf man? I wouldn't be surprised.

No. Not a deaf man. Instead, while nestled between 15 passengers on the bus, a man not 5cm from me  decided that it was the perfect time to start whistling. It was one of those moments, much like almost being tripped by a blind man, that you just can’t prepare for. So I said nothing, which for me is a revelation, as I tend to seek out confrontation whenever and wherever it presents itself. No. This time I decided to endure his coffee-and-timbit-soaked melodies until I reached my destination.  I got there halfway through his rendition of "Holiday" by Madonna. I kid you not. It would be so nice my ass.