Just to make everything clear, my life updates will mostly consist of funny or interesting stories of small events that have currently happened in my life. You know, tiny details and stuff that’s fun to retell in writing to others.
This is the story about The Sloth In Costume, something that actually happened today on my way home from work. It was super hot outside, and I was standing at the bus stop with no shadow in sight, slowly melting in my black working clothes. The bus was late, and I already knew that it was going to be full. There’s a zoo in my neighbourhood, and this exact bus is the only way of reaching it from the train station. As it’s high season during summers, you can just imagine yourself how I was feeling about it.
The bus arrives. Finally. Stepping onto the bus is like walking into a hot wall of humans. No place to sit. I guess I’ll just stand by this old man who seems like he’s deep down in a conversation with the bus driver about how he used to be a bus driver. Well, I suppose the sign above his head with the text ”Do not talk to the driver while bus is in motion” is rather small. The bus turns and I nearly falls over. I grab a handle on someones seat but instantly regretts it as it’s kind of sticky. Now I just wants to disinfect my entire arm.
Then I suddenly see it. A woman in her thirties sits on the front seat, just beside me. She’s on her phone, and has brought a little green mechanic fan to keep her cooled down (which I’m by the way very jealous about). A large tatoo covers her left arm.
It’s a sloth. A sloth in a striped costume, surronded by blue flowers and the text ”Live Slow, Die Whenever”.
Even though I’m a sweaty, tired mess, I actually smile.
Just the idea of combining that tatoo is true art.