As you may know, I took the buses and MRT (subway) to get to the the meeting place before the summer camp. I completely forgot about the returning trip, and the experience I had.
I situated myself nearby the entrances on the MRT, right beside the "Priority" seating, for the elderly, pregnant, and etc. I sat my heavy bag beside me, and part of it covered a portion of the nearest priority seat (it was inches, nothing too extreme). After a couple of stops, an elderly woman came wobbling towards the priority seat. I moved my heavy bag, and situated it on my lap. Upon doing so, the woman looked at me, squinted, and began saying something in Chinese to me. I began to panic, saying mmm, mhm, and and assortment of grunts. I had no clue what she was saying to me, but she would go on, and on, and on. She took short breaks, but started again every now and then. Then she said, and I understood the translation, that this was her stop. She thanked me, and sat there silently. Before the door opened, I tapped her on the shoulder and said goodnight. She returned the greeting, and left with a pleasant byebye. I have no clue what she said to me beforehand, and I'll never know, but it was reassuring and pleasant.
I don't speak Chinese,
JC(3.14)
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