Two Years of pain
The other day, Facebook was plagued with my complaints, call it bigotry, I don’t give a finger. I say, blame it on SLEX for not fulfilling its purpose. It’s supposed to be an expressway and not some pathetic road jammed with unrelenting traffic that’s causing people to suffer every single day. It should be called Super Sufferway. And then I was looking at people excavating the road and filling it with asphalt. What the hell! The road is looking neat and pretty decent. Why are you scooping it out? And it’s December, it’s a busy month, haven’t you heard the bells? Or you’re just catching up with the epic tale of filling in your already brimming pockets as the year ends.
From insistent traffic jam to people’s insensitivity, my day was ruined at an instant. These GT Express Vans and all the other shuttle operators are excessively getting a lot of money at the expense of passenger’s safety and comfort. A three-seater van is being used to hold four pairs of butts. And you’ll be screaming bloody murder inside your head as you sit on the same row with some bastard who sits as if someone is going to kneel and eat between his legs. More often than not, those who weigh 500 lbs are the ones who dare to slump on the seat. They sit as if no one else is in the car. If you know you are 500 lbs please pay for two.
Not to mention a nonfunctional AC that’s supposed to remove heat but the lazy driver/car owner doesn’t want to spend a centavo on it. He would rather see all the passengers drenched in sweat damnation than take his car to the shop. Or worse a nonfunctional AC that spits up with unsolicited water on your face and knees, it makes you want to slit the driver’s throat.
GT Express Vans are tools for people who love pain and sacrifices. It can be a haven for sacrificial offering. You can experience intense pain in your lower back and shoulders due to inappropriate sitting position. Imagine sitting using only your left butt and your right leg is carrying half of your body weight. I’m a masochist in many ways. I love inflicting pain on myself by eating super hot chili peppers. I also take pleasure from squeezing my ear (outer ear’s soft tissue – for the lack of term) severely between my thumb and a finger, if my mouth could reach it, I would chew it like a bubble gum. LOL.
But not this pain. No freaking way.
