Broken Heels and Legs on the Train (Part 2)

Lunch In The Park

At the very beginning of the day, when I was heading to work, I met up with Linh upon leaving the station through the ticket gates. Shaking his hand and commencing casual conversation, we made our way together to work. Through the day, we walked past each other once or twice to which we stopped to chat and I think that he even came over to my area once. Lunch however wasn’t with Linh as Najla was heading out at midday, a predestined decision.

Nevertheless, I headed to lunch at Circular Quay and after buying myself some Teriyaki from the sushi store I made my small journey to the station and caught the very next train to the very next station. Strolling down the escalators, I made my way to rest upon the back portion of the little park off George Street and the train’s bridge. Sitting in the basking warmth of a sunny day, I also enjoyed some light entertainment and the entertainment that they along with everyone else were enduring.

There was a live band playing in the park and as I sat down to eat, I glanced up every now and again thinking to myself “Hey, that bass line is pretty good”. The two girls that were singing didn’t know how to hold the microphone properly or were probably intimidated by so much people to which they weren’t good singers. They’re singing was how I used to play the piano at school, mostly banging the keys down but oddly mixing it up.

Everyone seemed to enjoy the crazy old man jumping around and doing his little dance in front of the band. He reminds me of the crazy mascot guy for Balmain who stands there and does nothing but punch the air, the old fart. However, this guy seemed to have all the eerie moves, from star jumps to jumping up so that he would tuck his knees into his chin.

For his old age, all that sudden movement and ballistic changes to other motions was more than alarming to the point of his sanity. Much to the amusement of the band and the singers, when a song was completed they thanked the crowd as they applauded, noting “How bout a hand for the dancer”. After twenty minutes I chowed down all my food and was trekking back to the station to catch the next train back to work.

Delphi Stops By

Near the end of the way and with an hour left, Delphi came over to my area to which she was looking for a file. Beginning some idle chat for the sake of not being silent, I soon found that our conversation had sparked interest enough for our candidness. There the two of us sat talking for around fifteen minutes on many a divergent topic. Complementing Delphi on her gray nail-polish, we started talking about her recent trip to court up at Parramatta.

Delphi expressed how had herself a nice time and then as we stated speaking about tans, Delphi upon my modesty noted “Nah, you have a mad tan”. Taking this as the compliment it was, it cemented further conversation between us to which that bond I talked of earlier was starting to get recognized. In this time that Najla was probably cussing at my being easygoing Shayma came over with a unique dilemma.

Showing me her shoe and how the heel had snapped off, in her eccentric ways she asked if my manly hands could possibly try and knock it back together. The shoe was warped as it had nails sticking out from where the heel had fallen and as I bashed it up against a cabinet, my might could not budge the two broken pieces into joining.

For the rest of the day Shayma limped around with one shoe on as Delphi, Najla and I wondered what she was going to when it came to walking to the train station and catching public transport all the way home. Let’s just hope that she didn’t decide to leave that one shoe on as it would have been disastrous. Shayma was given the advice to break the other heel but you try walking on nails as heels.

Beautiful Women On The Train

At the end of the day both Najla and I ended up staying back a couple of minutes because we were overrun with work for the day and leaving for the station, I said goodbye to her and then split to my platform. Waiting a couple of minutes, I ended up catching the late running train which found me in no hassle of finding a seat. Actually, following a red headed girl up the stairs who sort of reminded me of Rhiannon, I ended up sitting next to this lovely tall 23 year old looking lady who had an attractive babyish face.

She sort of reminded me of Linnea in a way where her hair was beautiful and looking ordinary, something about her smooth looks stood out. Glancing over at her sporadically, I also had an attractive blonde girl find her way next to me for the trip home. She was a bit more aware of my wayward eyes but regardless, she didn’t seem to mind as I checked out her stocking-clad legs for the duration of our trip home.

In front of me and sitting next to the window was the red headed girl with more brown than red. All around me there seemed to be no shortage of beautiful women to which a lady was standing right next to my seat with the blonde in the middle and the 23 year old at the window. This girl that was standing up was a touch better than ordinary but the subliminal message she was sending when she looked down at me avidly and then found the tip of her skirt to touch my bent knee made me realize her all the more.

Seemingly, she was concentrating on touching legs so covertly lifting up my leg slightly on its toes, I capped the length of the skirt to her knees and slightly lifted it. It was so subtle that she probably wouldn’t have recognized but even if she did, she would have disregarded any possible frolics figuring that it was just our being close to each other.

Playstation And Deadlines

Anyway, that was my whole trip home as most of the girls jumped off at Campbelltown, much to my dismissal. Catching the late bus home, I ended up beginning my typing session on the computer pronto, something I should have considered today. Nevertheless, I had two hours of the Playstation to contend with and as much as I enjoy playing the games, I anticipate the day where order comes back to the life of these memoirs with its upheaval.

These pressures have caused my night to be dissected unnaturally, leaving much description to the imagination. However, seven pages will have to suffice for Wednesday, knowing I still have three full days to contend with. Therefore, as the time is now 11:40 p.m. I shall write the notes for today and then be off to bettered sleep, the whole six hours of it.