Presumably the 6th Leap Year in my life?

No biggie. I didn't understand why in the world there exist a day that only appears once in 4 years when I was in a kid. And now.

Couldn't understand why the year is calculated the way it is. Why did even February turn out to be such a short month too along with the 30-day months when there are 31 days for January, March, May blah blah blah.

I figured I was an irritating "Why why why" kid to the adults then (now termed as "The Old").

But not like I understood it then and even, now. Cos I reckoned that there wasn't any use asking because the adults didn't know the answer to my questions too, then I stopped asking and became a likeable kid.

"A leap year (or intercalary year) is a year containing one or more extra days (or, in the case of lunisolar calendars, an extra month) in order to keep the calendar year synchronised with the astronomical or seasonal year. For example, in the Gregorian calender, February would have 29 days in a leap year instead of the usual 28. Because seasons and astronomical events do not repeat at an exact number of full days, a calendar which had the same number of days in each year would, over time, drift with respect to the event it was supposed to track. By occasionally inserting
(or intercalating) an additional day or month into the year, the drift can be corrected. A year which is not a leap year is called a common year."

????... Whatever. I'm no astronomer.

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I have absolute low tolerance on people who cut queues - young or old. I confronted this 60-ish lady who blatantly cut the bus queue right in front of me. Trying not to be rude, I factually said "Auntie, the queue goes behind."

She has to know that right? The people behind her are transparent ah? And she dare say...

"I am queueing for 55 lei."

And then we're not? I repeated, "Yes, this is the queue for 55."

Knowing that I was pretty adamant having continued to talk to her, she moved - right behind me. Cutting the queue which is behind me.

She just wants to cut queue right? Still act blur, said she didn't know it's the queue for 55 huh? GAH!!!

Fine, the guy behind me doesn't want to be as bitchy as me, so I let her be. (It's cos of people who don't speak up, but let people cut their queue - they grumble inwardly but do nothing about their situation. And these cutters knowing that they can most likely get away (unless they meet a bitch like me), that this queue-cutting perpetuates!

And of all days, my mom came by. Apparently we took the same train back home. And she shouted cheerfully, "Hey, can let me cut queue? Lemme join you?"

-_-!!!

"Well, you gotta ask the people behind me..." And OK, my mom sulked a little and joined the queue behind. If she didn't and happily cut the queue... well, I think I might be pelted by grocers with eggs bought from J8's Cold Storage. "Act righteous huh? Bullshit ah!" -pelt pelt-

The queue eventually moved and the auntie stepped on my slipper. Fine, it might be accidental. And then...

She got really excited when she got up the bus. She started shoving left and right when we're beeping away at the entrance. She kept shoving in such a hurried manner, I was like "THAT'S IT AUNTIE!"

Of course I didn't scream that, I just droned "Auntiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee..." with an exasperated sidelook at her.

Not like she heard me anyways. She probably chanting to herself "Mustgetaseatmustgetaseatmustgetaseat".

And there are many many seats. -_-

What's the rush ah? The seats won't run away.

Come on, if there aren't, I will give up my seat for you. Cos you're an elder. But be a gracious person before you expect anyone to be gracious to you? And to me, you look like you're really fit and in good health to fight the way you did for seats.