Bubbly thoughts...

We are immensely grateful for the countries that play host for each one of us, feeding our every need as the governments can let be, growing us into adults and nicely letting us down into senior citizenship where we can let the grey hairs reign, as we tell the younger ones of what being dapper meant in our heyday. 

I can't give the same gratitude though, to some of these public institutions meant to ease service delivery and yet instead, they make even the simplest of processes as hard as ever. The people that sit at the service counters act like they are passing down judgement from God's court room to our ears, sometimes chewing, as if at us, sometimes having lengthy conversations with each other as we stand right in front of them requesting to be served. Then, don't get me started on the attitude with which they talk back at us because it's nasty and quite honestly intimidating! A simple question being answered back by a rude question. They always get you thinking twice about whether you should complete the process or it doesn't really matter after all, for all that trouble.

As I sat at their human imposed judgement counter and went through the dreadful motions, I decided to switch my mind off this, typically annoying space, watch them and name them as many funny foods as I could remember in my head. The most pissing off lady was the potato head, the gentleman that hyped her talkback to me was the cabbage, the rest were something from jackfruits to offals to mango heads. Oh, the shift it was! From anger to mellowness. So I smiled, said my thank you and walked off to repeat process, as that's only bit I heard while I dwelt in my comic bubble.