SHADES OF JUDGEMENT
It was an interesting evening encounter with a woman in her late 30s yesterday. I was tired after the day's rounds, so I was looking forward to a peaceful journey, when I sat by the woman. Then she dozed off and woke up after 20 minutes complaining of her missing phone. She asked me to assist her with my touch light to search for her phone. I gladly did, but she couldn't find her phone. And since the vehicle was in motion, I advised her to wait and conduct a thorough search when the vehicle stopped at its next stop. She was not pleased and kept theorising why the phone couldn't make noise if it really did fell from her hand onto the floor of the bus. She concluded that I was the one who picked her phone. I decided not to comment, though I took offense to what she said. But the manner in which her sister sitting in front of us agreed with her that I was the culprit in their dialect shocked me. So I protested and replied them in their dialect registering my displeasur