Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)

Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)
Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Equilibrium, Italians and Human Tetris

Most of the time, the world hangs in perfect balance; and whilst us little humans toddle about like ants, trying to leave our own little mark, from space it is just a blur, and the Earth continues it's flawless rotation on an invisible axis, thus maintaining a state of equilibrium. Here is some hard-hitting science to prove my point:

Hmm, so true, so true. This morning, however, three unsuspecting Italian women disrupted this equilibrium, sending a thin fracture though the course of space and time.

Every morning I step onto the bus, and head straight to the back seat, and sit in the left hand corner. Not because I am tough, (although I am), but to be as far away from the rest of the passengers as I possibly can. From this point, the regular passengers continue to get on the bus, and take their usual seats. The bus thus fills, neatly, and according to routine.

This morning, three Italian women sat in the way of this routine. Being the gentleman that I am, I politely allowed them to get on first. You can therefor understand my horror when I saw them walk right past the vacant four-seater, and go for the back seat. And not in a neat, appropriate way either. One sat in the middle, another beside her, and the last one in the seat in front, turned sideways with her legs blocking further back seat access.

Now I don't have anything against Italians per se, just these particular three. I was forced to take a strange, foreign two- seater, midway down the bus. From here the fracture continued to grow. The horror was visible, as each successive passenger got on the bus, and saw the disarray. Like human Tetris pieces they came down the aisle, desperately rotating to find a new place to call home.

Two words. Butterfly effect. It's incomprehensible to imagine the repercussions this could have. All I can say, Valued Reader, is start stockpiling
your canned goods.

6 comments:

Colinmac said...

What the heck? I think you are a bit obsessive compulsive - although I think I already knew that.

lu said...

Ha! After reading your "tales from the bus" I am half tempted to get a job in a big city where I can ride public transportation each day and observe and report human behavior. (not NYC though - I've found that there are some scary people on the subway....and some really friendly ones too.) I loved your description of the man who was trying to pick up the woman on the bus the other day - although I felt as uncomfortable reading it as I imagine you felt watching it! (hate to think how he felt :{

Ben McLaughlin said...

Dad, this is what public transport does to a person. You of all people should know.

Obsessive compulsive? Moi?

Lu, resist the temptation-- it's really not worth it...

Yeah, I felt sad for that guy the other day. I wanted to give him a pat on the back and say 'better luck next time, brother'.

Anonymous said...

I agree with your dad; you have OCB...

So do I.

AY

Anonymous said...

Forgot to add...I love this quirky article :) It really retells the human drama that unfolds in the public transport seem funny and enjoyable..(but it isn't).

AY

Ben McLaughlin said...

Thanks:) I may be obsessive and compulsive, but that doesn't mean I have a disorder.