If someone thrust a purse at you...

That is exactly what happened to me in the bus today. But let me start at the beginning, by which, I mean chronologically (I have a thing for chronology, as can be seen from my travel posts, and which isn't always good)

Today I took the metro home with Bakary and Fernando (all the interns don't leave at the same time...it's too complicated to explain here (or I just can't be bothered)) In the metro there are groups of four seats, two opposite the other two, so we sat at one of those. There was a place left (four minus three equals one, geddit? lol) and later two girls came in and one of them sat down there. And the other girl stood right beside me (I was facing her friend), I guess it was to look at her friend in the face while talking to her.

Now that's fine, but this girl (mainly her, not the one who was sitting down) spoke really loudly. So loudly, in fact, that I almost wondered whether she was talking to me, or to someone else further away, instead of the girl sitting opposite me. And you would have thought that they would stop chatting, or lower their voices as more and more people came into the metro. (the elevator effect, you know...where people who are chatting will stop when they step into a lift with other people) But no way, they continued...at the same volume. The girl beside me was the worst (the other wasn't whispering either), I felt like she was shouting in my ear. -_-'

And then I took the bus. It was quite full, and I had just found myself a little space beside the window in the middle of the bus (if you've seen the buses you will understand) when someone tapped me on the shoulder (or back). When I turned around I saw that it was a woman who was sitting down in the first row of seats (again, you've got to know the bus "seat layout" to understand completely) And she thrust a purse at me. I was like "Huh? What's she doing?" At first I thought that she had picked up the purse and thought that it was mine, then I thought that it couldn't be, so maybe it was someone else's purse and she wanted me to pass it to that person...and then she said something. I have no idea what she said, I just caught "porte-feuille" (purse/wallet) at the end, but somehow I suddenly understood what she wanted. (I have no idea how or why, can someone tell me? Maybe those who studied psychology? lol) She wanted me to validate her public transport card for her (there's a chip inside so we can just pass it in front of the validating machine (for goodness' sake what on earth is that called?!) without taking it out of our bag), since I was standing somewhere between her and the validating machine.

So there ya go, it was a pretty simple thing, though for a moment I was simply startled. I even thought about that "push-pocket" story...where people put something into your pocket/bag and pretend that you had stolen it. You see, receive too many "horror story" e-mails and you become paranoid...

By the way, today I made "leftovers rice" with leftover rice :P I was going to make fried rice with the leftover rice, but I also had some leftovers from dishes (incidentally prawn omelette and some pork dish with soy sauce) so I cut them all up into small pieces and made my fried rice with that. After all, they're pretty much the ingredients I use for fried rice! I only added carrots and garlic as fresh ingredients. (and oil, of course. lol)

Okay, that's all for my blabbing today ;)