'Bad Customer' Service

So, I call the cab all excited to go shopping. 
Me: Hey! I need a ride at 3.30 pm. :D (these people ♥ me, I tell myself) 
Chucks: I have to pick some one up at that time.

[And hangs up the call]...[HANGS UP ON ME :( :( :( ]

Me: .........WHAT........REALLY............. F...........Mean....Stupid....blah blah blah...
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So I call him back..
Me: How about picking me up at 4 then? :) (with that extra sweet voice)
Chucks: Yup. See you.

{This is called a BAD CUSTOMER SERVICE...I tell myself.}

After getting into the cab:

Me: I never saw you?? you drive?? (^_^)
Chuks: Ya..sometimes. I'm a backup driver...

Me: Are those real homes??
Chuks: Nope. Camping....
Me: I thought so...

Me: It's pleasant outside..
Chucks: Yes. It's going to rain, soon.
Me: Why?
Chucks: See the clouds there...
Me: Yeah. i know.

Me: What is this vehicle called?
Chucks: Vehicle??????
Me: Yes..this vehicle...van???...
chuckd: it's just a van..
Me: hmm.....no....it's different..
Chucks: oh! It is called a big van.
Me: See. I knew. It was different.

Chucks: 15 people can board this van.
Me: When?
Chucks: When they are having a group outing, you know.
Me: Like?
Chucks: Like for bachelor parties, weddings, etc..
Me thinks: (Funerals too?? ) Well, I thought so.

Me: I have a Q.
Chucks: I have an answer.
Me: Ofcourse. You should.

Me: How many mobiles do chucks have??
Chucks: One.
Me: How come different people come to pick me up..but its the same no. I call?
Chucks: We share..blah blah blah..
Me: I thought so.

Me: So will you come pick me up when I am done shopping?
Chucks: Well depends..on who ever is available.
Me: Yeah. I know.

Chucks: Bye now. :)

Me: Bye :D

{Now that's called s BAD CUSTOMER}

And I say to myself, 'TIT FOR TAT'.

#I gotta entertain my self ......in all (stupid) ways possible.
#I just Exaggerated??...well..if you know me enough..you would know.. ^_^

And she waited.............

I waited,

hoping for the bus to come on time,

A long journey it had been, few more miles to be go before being home,

I looked at the crowd around, tired and gloomy they all seemed,

maybe the comfort of home is what they dream of too, I told myself,

but standing out in  the crowd,

there was this one person I saw,

bright, vigilant, cheerful and beautiful she was,

There was a small group of people around her, 

friends/family/random strangers I guessed,

they all seemeed to be capitavted by the warm embrace her smile generoulsy seemed to give away, 

to which i wasn't immune,

There is something about her that's really queer, I told myself,

She seemed old but a young beautiful women she  was,

as age is to heart and not body,

When she spoke...she spoke with all her heart, eyes sparkling, a face glowing, a smile so attractive, 

swaying her hands and wriggling her fingers mesmerizingly,

she was just purely Enchanting if anything,

she seems like someone I know, I wondered.

In the bus,

I tired to sleep hoping to cut the long joureny home short,

and that was when I heard her speak right behind my seat sitting in the adjacent row,

An energy she seemed to give away with every word she spoke,

could be either the gleam in her eyes or the joy in her voice  or may be both,

but I just couldn't resist not looking back at her,

She is so much like some one I knew so well, I thought.  

The people around her were as happy as they could be,

laughing, talking aloud, some sang too...a happy ride it was,

it just din't seem to be a long boring bus ride anymore,

women & men, young & old, white & black & all the colors inbetween,

seemed to have made a deal to make it a journey-happy & warm,

she seemed like an angel acting  like a string tying the hearts of everyone she met,

to make the most beautiful garland of humanity so pure and true,

She is so much like some  one I knew, I felt.

when a place she said was home came,

a cheerful goodbye everyone said as she got down,

everyone in the bus sighed aloud and wished her happiness,

happiness that she seemed to carelessly give away to friends  known & unknown,

but there is somthing not right about her i thought,

because she was so much like some one I knew, so well. 

when she got down and got her stuff together,

I saw her look around with a smile that was fading,

seemed like she was in search of some one she knew would be there for her but wasn't,

she shivered in the freezing  cold trying to cover herself with a scarf that was inefficient,

everyone in the bus felt the pain of her fingers and face getting numb and cold to the harsh weather which was immune to charm of this princess of joy & warmth,

She laughed and said somthing aloud looking at he people in the bus,

what she said no one hear, but everyone waved her goodbye and smiled as long as they could see her, as the bus made the move,

She kep her face lit all this time with the smile that was not fading,

but as I looked at her eyes, i saw the sprakle lost, 

her hands seemed to suffer the pain of numbness not from the cold  weather but the coldness of someone's heart,

I saw her as long as I could as everyone in the bus got back to the joyful mood  she created,

this could have been the reason why,

no one but me saw the tears that felll down her cheeks as her smile faded again,

Oh Yeah, she is someone I know for sure I said aloud looking at the distant figure of her,

a woman I knew so well,

as she waited.

This picture belongs to the original story that inspired this kind of writing style!

P.S. 

1. Who ever she was..............I wish she found what she deserved by now and that she MOVED ON. 

2. This style of writting is inspired  by a story I ready 6-7 years ago. Grammatically wrong but expressively perfect. 

3. The fun of writing is when you consciously break all the grammatical rules. 

Quote: “. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that? 

“Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.” 

― Carlos Ruiz Zafón

No typos...err

Yay!!

So finally, I've fixed the 'cursor jumping around when I type' issues with my lenovo G460. Or I hope so :~O. 

So, I wrote myself a short message to test if the issue was fixed and I thought I do post it here and feel loved some time in the future when/if I get back  to this page.

These days, I am trying to really-really take care of my own self. 

 Hi Kavya!!

 I am writing this to tell you that, you are an awesome person. Trust yourself. There is a reason why strangers like talking to you. See God loves you and tries to tell you through them that you are awesome and you got to believe in yourself. He doesn’t let you go through something or anything so harsh without being aware that you can handle it. He loves you. Trust him. And trust yourself dear. I love you. Be the way you are. Remember the dream you had?? Did it not feel awesome?? That is how it is meant to be…today and every day. Never feel detested. Love you. Take care bye.

By the way, there have been no typos/cursor jumping around when I typed the above message....but seems like the issue isn't really fixed as :( the cursor is jumping around ..AAgaaaiinnn.. :((

Well, Anyways..:(I tried.

And will try again...as long as it gets fixed... ;)

Goodnight and have a Good week!!