Fresh as the morning dew,
As I come out of the bathroom,
And into greeting the day.
Avoid rolling down the windows,
To keep fresh air in
And the smog out.
Have to sit away from everyone, I decided.
Shoot, have to put petrol in the car, I remembered.
Later, I thought.
A petrol handle’s one of the dirtiest things, next to a shopping cart,
that you will ever touch, I recall my butler saying.
Isn’t that clicking sound, while someone’s texting on the phone, annoying to hear?
Why won’t they turn that off?
Do they even know how?
Finally I can close my eyes.
Avoid all acquaintances and pleasantries.
Now is not my day,
I just want to sit and watch from a mile away.
Beware of the heavily-perfumed people.
Somewhere, they mask something.
An armpit they neglect to scrub,
Or a bad breath with no time to brush,
But definitely got time to put on make up.
Hope not any of them sit next to me,
Which could send me to a wheezing spree.
Hope to just enjoy the view…
A friend comes over,
Who happen to know the lady sitting across me.
She introduces her and the lady smiles and reaches her hand out.
Should I take it?
It’s the same hand, she used
Without a tissue, she sneezed on many times.