the wise and the foolish
...the same fate overtakes them both. One evening on bus 145, I overheard this conversation. Well, there was no need to strain the ears because the conversation between the two strangers was louder than the bus engine. It was like a performance, and everyone else quickly quietened down to watch - [ The conversation in Mandarin. Old Man in a blue short-sleeved shirt sat near the front door of the bus. Old woman, also bespectacled, was standing beside Old Man's seat. Never once in the conversation did she look at him. They both wore smiles throughout. ] Old Man: The next time you vote, I hope you vote the opposition party. Old Woman: I don't need to vote. Old Man: Why not? Everyone must. Old Woman: Aiyah, I don't need to. Where I live, always don't need to vote. Old Man: But next time, if you vote, must vote opposition party. Old Woman: The next time? I'll be dead by then! Old Man: You can't say that. The opposition is good. Vote for them. Old Woman: Aiyah