Sunday, June 18, 2006
how it feels to be a sardine
woke up really early this morning cause my mum wanted to go to Bury, never been before (apart from that time when I got on the wrong bus and found myself in bury, how? Don't ask, long story), my cousin found this cool shopping place and wanted to show it to me and my mum, so I sacrificed sleeping till 10am and instead woke up at 8am, left the house and took the tram to bury, (believe it or not I have never been on a tram up until now that is).
we get there bright and early amongst all the nakedness and flab, mixed with a whiff of the good old sweat (it was a hot day today) and started shopping, nothing exciting happened, although I did develop a headache cause my withdrawl symptoms were kicking in from not having coffee for breakfast, so whilst my mum and cousin shopped and generally being typically female in looking at a skirt at all angles and taking 45 minutes to decide whether they want to buy it or not, I was pleading for coffee, I felt like a child again, literally I was tugging at my mums jilbab and saying 'mama coffee, pleaaaaaaaaase' and my mum tapping on my head and saying ' ok, ok soon'
it was after 12 by the time I managed to get some coffee down me with a bonus of pecan pie mmmmmmm, not had that in ages, we shopped some more and made our way back to the tram station, got on and it was fine until we reached the 3rd stop, like a billion people decided to come on, we where sat down luckily, but the people would not stop coming onto the tram, and every stop we stopped at more would come on, I swear from outside we looked like sardines, and all this time I was thinking to myself how am I gonna get of this contraption, my cousin who is claustrophobic was starting to panic. Eventually we arrived at our stop and my mum gets up and shouts in an extremely loud voice ' EXCUSE ME PLEASE, WE NEED TO GET OF' I swear she announced it to the world, I'm sure the neighbor's heard her, every one looked our way, but no one was moving, so my mum started panicking that we wouldn't get of in time, so she's trying get through the arms and elbows as well as feet and still shouting ' excuse me, please let me off' and every so often whilst maneuvering through the maze of humans, I could hear an OOOOW THAT HURT, your standing on my feet, JESUS, THAT HURTS,' basically we were so desperate to get of that we were walking all over peoples feet to get to the doors, it was like Indiana Jones, you know the scene, the one where he has to get out before the wall comes down on him, and he manages to get out and saves his hat last minute, well picture 3 hijabis doing the same and managing to save our hijabs last minute as well.
it felt so good to leave the tram, all that space we take for granted, man we got crushed like sardines, and at one point we were doing the crushing trying to get out to the extent that one girl started shouting ' for the love of god let them out ' loooool, I was laughing so hard all the way back home....