The Old Woman

'Twas neither wee hours of the morn nor lunchtime, but in between those... So another business was done at school therefore I was about to go home. I crossed the highway and rode a jeepney. The first thing I saw inside the jeepney, as I sat down, was an old woman with a pantie on her head. I was flabbergasted. I was seated at the corner of the jeep, near the passageway.

I looked around and therefore saw the seemingly couple, near the driver's seat, laughing at the old woman and just trying not to be so obvious. Across the old woman and in between me and the couple was a guy likely to be twenties. He was blank-faced that's rather creepy; sort of pity-looking but in a weird way I can't explain. I can't figure out if he was looking at the old woman or what. Anyway, I said to myself, the old woman was pathetic and so I don't want to laugh at her. I looked out to the window but erelong did I find myself staring at the old woman. She had a blank expression of face and she hadn't moved a muscle ever since I first saw her. I can tell that the old woman was mentally unsound. And then, all of a sudden, I just found myself smiling and laughing inside. I can't help it. Even until I got out of the jeep, I was smiling (apparent outwardly) and laughing inside that the people around me might have thought I was crazy.