obsession

 43-year-old Darius McCollum is obsessed with New York City’s public transit system.  

 

From the time he was 15, he had played the role of the helpful staff greeting commuters on their way.  He had taken initiative in clearing thrash from the tracks.  He had driven the buses and the trains. And he had helped put out underground fires.

 

He studiously documents his wealth of knowledge of the transit system.  A dedicated all-rounder, hands-on employee – except that he is not one.

 

The Metropolitan Transportation Authority (MTA) is so peeved with McCollum that they got him arrested for the 23^rd time now for pretending to be a transit worker.

 

By now, however, the MTA should realize that putting him away doesn’t quench McCallum’s zeal. 

 

Isn’t there a better solution to MTA’s headache, such as offering McCallum employment?  Many other companies would grab up a worker like him.

amazing feat

 The homeless in Japan are an orderly lot.  Those in Tokyo set up neat shelters of a uniform shade of blue along peripherals of green patches that dot the city.   You won’t even realise they are what they are unless you are local.

 

Some of these unfortunate people are quite imaginative, too.  They beg to differ.

 

One such woman in the southern town of Kasuya housed herself in the top compartment of a closet in someone else’s home.

 

It is baffling how she could sneak in and out of an occupied house, climb up and down from an upper cabinet, and remain unnoticed. 

 

And, doesn’t she need toilet breaks at all throughout the hours the owner was at home? I suspect she made provisions for that up there.  Perhaps the owner should thoroughly, thoroughly, check the cabinet out.

 

She sustained her routine for an entire year.  It was not until she started helping herself with food in the kitchen that she gave the game away.

twist of fate

 Mr Mario del Socorro and Miss Diana Guerrero just tied the knot.

 

Mario used to be Maria, and Diana was Jose. They are Mexico’s first transgender man and wife.

 

It is strange.  If they were going to fall in love with the opposite sex (or should I say ‘same sex’?  No, no… ‘opposite’ sounds more correct.) anyway, why did they opt for sex change in the first place?

 

I wonder also whether they would have fallen in love with each other, if they had met before those dreadful operations.

 

We’d never know.  Sometimes life can be humorous.