Mixtape Sixteen

milkshake

My footsteps were ringing in the platform of Station 36. Humankind rushed to and fro, absorbed in their own little world, like I am.

Well, why shouldn't I rush? It's 8:30AM for Pete's sake, and I should be at the office by nine! Excluding the time I would get there by walking from the station to the office, I only have 25 minutes!

The milkshake I'm holding sloshed in my tumbler as I ran, spilling splotches of white on the concrete.

Talk about being unlucky! The clerk at the convenience store at the ground floor of my apartment building mistook my order of coffee for a milkshake! And that was because the freaking guy had an earbud in his ear! And what kind of convenience store doesn't let the customers serve themselves a plastic cup of coffee and just pay it in the counter? The previous convenience store near my previous boarding place surely did that!

Rolling my eyes, exasperated, and pressured, I just took the tumbler of milkshake from that clerk called Bulhwi based on the metal ID plate on his apron. And he still had the audacity to smile while giving me the milkshake!

And what kind of convenience store offers milkshake early in the freaking morning?!

After paying I hurriedly rushed out and literally ran to the subway station with my pathetic milkshake (aka breakfast).

It was that dream that I had today! It was the cause of my troubles today! It was like that fucking dream heralded a series of unfortunate events that I experienced today and will probably experience for the whole day!

I can't really remember what that dream was all about. You know how dreams are weird, right? But from what my trashy memory could recall, there was a sakura tree in full bloom, and some kind of apocalypse or some shit.

Well, today I felt like the apocalypse! Because when I woke up earlier it was already eight twenty-fucking-five AM!

So here I am running my legs to death to reach the train!

As if my tortures weren't enough, I suddenly tripped due to the multitudes of feet on the platform! The tumbler of milkshake that I barely sipped rotated in the air for a few seconds before splashing on a person before me.

Never mind the pain caused by the fall, or my injured pride, or my messed up suit, because the things that happened next was more severe.

As I look up from the sneakers of the person before me, I felt like shriveling like a withered flower. My eyes slowly grazed the blue jeans of that person, then finally rested on the man's crotch, colored wet and white by that milk-fucking-shake!

Milk was dripping from his crotch like crazy.