Recipe for ruining your ride home

1. Work for 11 works of the day.
2. Get on the bus back home, choose a seat with just one more occupant (recall that three is a crowd).
3. Open your book of the day and, this is important, look forward to a nice ride home.
4. Notice girl next to you dial a number. Expect her to be discreet.
5. Get all hopes of discretion shattered by her loud voice.
6. Listen to the conversation(s) which follows the algorithm:
while (true) {
  1. shout 'boostu, boostu, boostu, boostu, boostu'^[1]
  2. describe why there was 'boostu, boostu' all over the uppinakayi ^[2]
  3. get back to the 'boostu' routine.

if (tired with own voice^[3])
  break for 5 mins;

repeat loop with mom, dad, obscure distant cousin...
}

7. Watch girl get down two stops before you, with the ubiquitous phone glued to the ear and curse self for not buying that iPod.


[1] fungi, moisture, mould, mold, green stuff
[2] pickle, especially South Indian
[3] noice