Archive for April 16th, 2010

Today at CoffeeBean…

Posted by: Ms Ayain Ms Aya's Papers

Mood: Sleepy


There was an old man, maybe in his late forties or early fifties –  sitting beside my table.

I was very engrossed with my new book so I didn’t pay much attention about his presence and whether he was alone or not. <—ω—>

I only begun to realize his presence when I heard some sounds coming from his mouth. They weren’t words but sounds. How do I describe these sounds? No, not sipping on a beverage. More like slurping and playing your saliva kind of sound.

I turned my head to see who is this bugger to then find an old man, stoning and so fixated with what was in front of us. Curious at what got into him, I took a look at the same direction and saw a group of young girls at the counter.

There was one girl in particular who stood in his view, was facing her back to him and she wore a small tight blouse that fits her thin waist very nicely, and a very short pair of shorts.

My first thought was maybe he was disgusted with her dressing and exposure of too much skin. If she were to bend or tip her toes, we can all see her clam. On the other hand, he could be ogling her.

Anyway soon, a woman (I’m guessing she’s in her early forties) came over to his table, put her shopping bags on the table and sat down in front of him. She was plum, round, huge pair of bosoms, wore make-up and a very red lipstick.

She greeted him “Dear” and started asking him where are her things and stuff but his reaction was very slow as if still stoned. He went like, “Huh? W–what is it?”

And she carried on asking about some house matters and he just couldn’t seem to snap out from whatever he was thinking. Judging from the way she talked, she sounded like the domineering type of woman.

Shortly after the woman’s inquisition, they left.

[ . . . ]

I think the old man was ogling over the young girl and dreaming on the spot.

The minute the old couple left, the young girls quickly sat beside my table, happy that they gotten to sit on the cushion seats however, naive about what I was eavesdropping previously.

…Sheep wouldn’t want to sit on the same spot where that old man had his ass on. Naw!