Overhead Wiring and a Girl Who Looks Like Kalinda (Part 2)

Conjunctivitis Again

Thursday morning as you would have heard and from the starting of my chronology, wasn’t too easy on the old eyes. Around 3:00 a.m. in the morning I woke up and feeling like there was a touch of sand in the middle of my closed eyelid, I knew that there was a slight tangency of conjunctivitis. Figuring that I shouldn’t worry about it and leave my growing problems alone, it wasn’t until 6:00 a.m. when the alarm finally rang that I knew I had a problem.

Trying to open my right eye was proving difficult and as I opened my other with ease and crept through the dark room to the mirror, I could see the puss formed around the closed eye. Feeling like someone had punched my eye as I touched it lightly, I wasn’t sure how I would have received such an irritation but all I knew was that I’d have to live with it for a couple of days.

Heading to the bathroom upstairs, I grabbed some eye drops which dad guided me to and slipping downstairs, I let them singe my pupil as I lay down and let them drop. Some significant aid was given as I wiped my eye clean and then headed to the bathroom, sitting on the floor, allowing much water to my eyes, cleansing them as I sat close-eyed.

Jumping out of the shower, the inevitable headache that would build in the colder weather, the phlegm infested cold making it hard to breathe and now the conjunctivitis was persuading me upon options for work. In one hand, I wanted to head to work as work would catch up with me if I didn’t and in the other hand, I wanted to rest all the problems that just kept turning up.

This time around I didn’t bother counting up the goods and bad of going to work but rather, I came within seconds of deciding to stay home. Nevertheless, I knew that at one stage I would have to head into the City as I was to buy clothes for the day and therefore, that coaxed me to head off.

Overhead Wiring Trouble

The morning chill was so bad upon leaving my house that I persuaded myself to take along my polo neck sweater, something I had been thinking of for days. When approaching the bus-stop I had to hide myself next to a tree with no leaves so as to stop wind from making my face look pale and my skin cold. The bus trip showed no signs of what was about to take place as we made our way to Campbelltown Station and I made my tedious trek to the train.

Jumping on the train, I was roused to suspicion upon jumping on. In the distance I could hear someone being objective to jumping on the train, noting that we would all have to jump off anyway. Climbing upstairs, the blank expressions on everyone’s face of uncertainty also led me to be wary of some sort of delay. With my eyes being dreadfully tired, I rested my head upon the window and closed my eyes only to find that a few seconds later a announcement came over the loudspeaker.

“Passengers, due to an overhead wiring problem, this train will terminate to the dock-yard” the announcer reported and with those words, everyone stormed off the train. The irony was starting to build in my desire to have stayed home. I could have taken my time to get down to the station and it wouldn’t have made no difference but alas, I rushed myself to no avail. Therefore, I jumped off the train on par with everyone else and awaited the fate that the ill-informed train staff could conjure.

Janice and the Lookalike

Spotting Janice in the crowd of angry commuters, she smiled at me in recognition so I thought that I would make my trek towards her. Each weekend since Janice initially snobbed me off at Chevy’s, it seems like she’s always looked impressed with my dress sense and so forth. Janice’s esteem has grown for me, probably thinking that I dress well and dance to the same par of my fashion.

That is probably why she was more inclined to be friendly instead of snobbing me off as she usually does. Having seen Kalinda as I jumped off the train, the first words I spoke to Janice before walking up to her were “Come with me, I’ll show you a girl who looks exactly like you”. Cracking a curious smile, she tagged along as we moved through the crowd, myself asking a question here and there.

A couple of steps away from Kalinda Janice stopped to chat with two of her female friends and as she looked over to the direction I concededly pointed, she could see the stark resemblance. From the hair to the height, to the appearance and then to the posture, the attitude and flair was amongst the both of them. Earlier as we were walking towards her doppelganger, Janice thought to announce “I’m still the hotter one out of the both of us” in her sarcastic voyeurism.

Joining into Janice’s chat with her two friends, we were all suddenly stopped as we heard another announcement over the radio. “We apologize for any inconvenience but as trains have been cancelled, for your convenience, there will be a bus service to Glenfield”. Proving to be a bothersome epidemic and knowing that many people from work will have the same prolonged adventure, I wasn’t sure whether to award Campbelltown Station from keeping me from work or to condone them from stressing me all the more.

The Blonde Twin

Drifting off from Janice and her friends as a huge crowd made their way up the station stairs, Kalinda made her way past me and as she noticed me and kept walking, she looked with no intention of chatting. The push up the stairs was a long one and luckily, the ticket gates were closed down so everyone could just walk straight through and to the buses. On my way up the stairs, one of the girls that I did notice was the blonde twin I had seen at Chevy’s and I usually note on the way to work.

Chatting with her friend at the station when I first boarded, I also noted her heading up the stairs. In addition, when I jumped on my bus in the morning and that night, the same girl had herself seated in my view. However, at night, this blonde girl’s friend had to run after the bus which finally stopped at a red light on Dumaresq Street. Paying their way on, they sat across from me and two in front of me and to my delight, the blonde girl seemed wary of my presence.

Playing with her hair and lifting her hands up so that I would get a great view of her uplifted boobs, she didn’t look back at me at any time or notice me and neither did her half-decent friend. However, as I jumped off the bus with fond memories, I knew she knew of my being around.

A Call to Shayma

Anger engulfed most of the commuters that were heading down for their buses as speculation increased that it would be at least two hours before we made our way to work. As the time had already reached 8:30 a.m. I decided upon making a painstaking call to work. Having no change, I walked up to the guy behind the window and upon waiting in line, I asked him to change $20 so I could use the phone.

Fuming as I waited in the line, I knew that he was the problem that I was late and if he had refused me my money I would have had a big spew, causing an agreed opinion with ensuing ruckus. Heading back down to an emptied station I used the most obsolete phone and upon Shayma picking up the phone, I explained the problem. “That must mean Kelsey will have the same problem” she noted as I disagreed, figuring the problem was between Leumeah and Minto therefore, not affecting anyone as far as Holsworthy.

Nevertheless, as Kelsey’s trains came from Campbelltown, everyone up to East Hills was affected. That led me to ask, what was the use of everyone heading up to Glenfield. Were they going to transfer everyone onto the Liverpool line, flooding the trains all the more and causing further delays. Whatever the problem was, I held my breath, knowing that I would be one of the lucky few that caught a train back into the City when they were called back on.

Waiting for a Bus Nobody Wanted

Making my way into the big lineup for a bus, I decided due to my foresight of the trains going back on line that it would be a waste of time to catch a bus and suffer that stress. Worn down from my cold, I wasn’t one of many who after an hour of waiting decided to scoot off back home. There was a horde of cars coming back to pick up many people and myself getting tired of waiting, I found something better to do.

Heading to the Commonwealth Bank, I used my keycard to withdraw all the money I had in the bank and then making my way back to the pileup, with my pocket stashed, I patiently waited. In the enduring wait I noticed that blonde girl whom I had a thing for on the express trains back home. Having a couple of lady friends she always sits with who all catch the same train, I thought she looked attractive in this winter’s fashionable color of pink.

What’s more, being a pink polo neck sweater was all the more graceful, something she wears often. The both of us noticed each other in what seemed a longer distance due to the thicket of people between our few short meters. Being with some friend I hadn’t seen before, the both of us glanced over on occasion, myself eyeing her with interest all the more.

Snot on My Forehead

During this period of uncertainty, waiting for our bus, my patience ran out and gave in to the bothersome blocked nose I was suffering. Heading past the closed gates and to the disabled toilet on the third platform, I knew I had to blow my nose as it had a lot of gunk up there. To my surprise, as I blew with my fair worth, the loose slime came out easier than I had expected and with more measure than expected.

After the big blow something felt wrong and as I looked into the five-times folded toilet paper, there was a lot of snot there. However, taking a look into the old mirror, I laughed at my own expense when finding that a gob of my mucus had found its way onto my forehead. If I hadn’t noticed, I would have been walking around with a large gob of snot between my eyebrows and if you had seen it you would have said “Fuck that’s a lot of snot”.

Wiping it down with some more toilet paper I washed my hands and then saving myself humiliation, I headed out of the bathroom and back into the queue for a bus to Glenfield. This wasn’t the last time in these couple of days that I’ve looked like a Buddha due to my excessive blowing of the nose, however, it was the most memorable…

Back on the Rails

Finally, as the time crept into 8:45 a.m., the message I was awaiting finally came through. After an hour or more of waiting, the announcer reported that the trains were back on line and as I made my way back to the second platform, I jumped on and comfortably slept most of the way to work.

The girl with the pink polo neck sweater also found her way behind me for the rest of the trip to the City and to my surprise, she jumped off at Wynyard Station with me. Passing St. James, my interest was very intrigued as to if Lyssa would have been late and jumping off this train.

Being on the wrong side to see if Lyssa had been delayed, I made my way down to the opening doors and waited as the train stopped to see if she would walk past. To my expectations, she walked past with Penelope but I found her to be less recognizant than usual. Instead of smiling and waving to me as usual she didn’t give much of a hint of acknowledgement away.

However, as foresight grants me no prediction, I now know that Thursday was Lyssa’s first day on her periods and that explained her bitchy attitude on the phone that night.