Hair

by Marlon

I have a gay friend, his name is Allan. One day he was on a jeepney, he was on his way home. He was sitting by the entrance (the backend of the jeep). Three places towards the driver is an elderly lady with long flowing hair. Now, jeepneys have large windows running from front to back on both sides. Jeepney drivers drive like road demons. They drive really fast and without regard for lane markings, other vehicles and pedestrians. They stop anytime and anywhere. Every time the jeep would speed up, the elderly woman’s hair would fly towards Allan, hitting him on the face. Allan would just move his head to avoid the woman’s hair. After some time, he politely called the woman’s attention and asked her if she could tie her hair back. The woman looked at him crossly and turn her back on him. The hair-flying and face-hitting continued. Before even Allan got to his house, he called out for the driver to stop. He got down quickly and before the jeep could move on, Allan grabbed the woman’s hair from the back. Allan started pulling. Allan called the woman names. Then Allan ran as fast as he can all the way home. When Allan got home, he heard a woman’s loud voice inside the house. He eavesdropped by the window. His mom has a visitor. The visiting woman was telling his mother about this gay man who grabbed her hair from the back, called her names and then ran away really fast. Allan silently left and came back home after midnight.