Gunaso-Part 2

So, i got on the micro. This time i was standing at (R)NAC, in front of the Kathmandu Mall, scouting the whole street for the micro. After 10-15 minutes wait, i finally spot the blue placard. I climb on the front seat, hurriedly, not even bothering to see if there is any seat behind because this might be the only chance i get.

i really can write on and on about how the ride was, filled with people, breathing in and out the same air and having to listen to this one woman shouting on her mobile "tero tauko"...but that is not the point of this blog. after a while, we reach pulchowk and guess what, this time around, the micro i am in stops in front of the exact spot where it, or the likes of it, had not bothered to stop yesterday. so i think..oo...today it can spot but yesterday it could not. i decide to turn a blind eye on it...after a while, the micro stopped...guess where...the second spot where yesterday, the micro had stranded me...see....SECOND time. it pissed me off. nobody was complaining and no traffic police was there to give the driver a ticket...as if they are the gods of honesty...anyways....the third time is the luckiest they say, and it did get better...so the third stop it made was again the THIRD spot where the micro had not wanted to stop yesterday....seriously guys i am not making this up...trust me, i am not. Anyone who has ever climbed a micro will know that i am not bluffing...

i am just complaining. plain. simple. gunaso.