SNOOPING

I was getting ready to head home. I board a bus in town. I’m one of those guys that usually take the front seat near the window. If you come later and open the door, I will alight and usher you smiling to take the middles seat and roast your behind on the engine. Sorry! Unless you are a helpless old lady.

So, this lady came, and I did exactly that. She was big and I was a little bit squashed but it’s okay.

No, if you get into a bus….. and sit next to me and worse still you have a big tablet for a phone, honey just know that is a public phone now, and we are family, and whatever you open on that your phone we will all see it and fully participate. We will even reply to messages together. I have read many scandals on trains and buses. We have even been sent for nudes on a bus. It is quite exciting. Once we saw someone called Jackson being begged for liquor in exchange for naughty photos. Not sure what naughty photos are.

Anyhow back to my story. So, this mama seated here as we are waiting for the bus to fill up she whips out a huuuuuge tablet. Excellent! We are now looking at it. We put in the password. We then proceed to galleries. We are both excited. Maybe just me coz her, of course, I assume she knows what to expect.

Madam clicks and opens the first photo. We begin to scroll, some random stuff. One, two, three…… She poses a bit. I am almost telling her to get on with it, but then I remember she doesn’t know we are in this together, we are besties. Patience pays so I relax. She flips another and yet another. Then it gets interesting. It’s a photo of a piece of meat. Hmmm OK. Strange. She looks at it intensely. Actually, I should say WE look at it. She’s so pensive yet I am here wondering what the hell is interesting in a piece of chicken. She goes through two or three of the same photos but now a little bit more zoomed out with each. Now it looks less of a chicken and more of a cow’s lungs. Maybe liver? Maybe not. I don’t know.

She lets out a sigh. She is kind of sad.

The next two photos make me understand her sorrows. These were not meat photos; these were autopsy images that she must have just taken. Uiiiiii. I even saw the deceased man’s face. Heeeelp!

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