...Sweet Aroma of Retribution

I came across a most obnoxious Malay woman this morning. Clad in the classic Islamic garb, her vanity betrays her modest Islamic façade. Wet lips moistened with what seems like an inch of lipstick, dark red mind you. Her futile attempts to cover the pot holes on her face ravaged by acne was laughable. Nevertheless I never gave this ugly creature much thought while she was queuing behind me, until of course she started shoving me for an empty seat in the train, which is technically mine.

Straddling her fat ass on the plastic seat, she quickly pretended to fall asleep as I bore my gaze down upon her. She seemed to perceive this but ignored my futile attempts in reminding her that she took my place!

Did I tell her off?

Did I hit her? Oh, Heaven forbids…never. Merely touching her will soil my hands.

I did the next best thing, I slowly turn my back on her face, imitating a person looking over his shoulders and farted. It was silent but the smell was rather pervasive and unpleasant, a mixture of last night’s dinner and soiled milk. The smell of anal horribilis which subconsciously reminded me of the conversation I had with Marianne [ http://christianlee.blogspot.com/2005/06/symphony-of-vulva.html ]

As the smell drifted to her flared nostril, she instinctively did a facial cringe. Try as she might, she still need to respire. After all, she is human. Trapped in the seat she so callously deprived from me, all she could do was to cover her nose with her hands. I mock the same response to create an alibi.

Throughout the 25-minute passage, I silently let out another three odorous concoction. That’s for messing with me bitch!