Another day, another bus ride. I was seated at the last row of the single-decked bus.
A man wearing traditional Malay costume topped with a songkok boarded the bus with his child. The two of them sat beside me for the trip.
The man fished out a half-eaten packet of sugar-coated peanuts, and began munching on the peanuts by the handful.
The bus came to a stop at the next traffic lights, and the man dropped his peanuts on the floor of the bus. He didn't bother to pick up the handful of peanuts that were now on the floor. He resumed munching at a new handful of peanuts he poured from the packet.
He then rubbed his fingers together in an adding-a-dash-of-salt motion trying to get rid of the fine sugar that stuck to his fingers. When he finished his pack of blasted peanuts, he simply threw the empty plastic packet as far away from him as possible, underneath the seat in front of him.
All the while, with me beside him looking.
I shudder to think what kind of a proper upbringing that the child he brought along with him would have.
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