Reading that makes me remember the journey on the MRT I have to take every morning. Rude people hogging the pole (for people to grab) on peak hours, etc etc (you can read all about it in the website above).
I remembered 2 incidences that made my hair stand and NEVER want to hold another pole or those handle bar thingys.
1. I saw a man, who rubs his nose (i.e. facial oils) on the pole. DONT ask me why. I dont know. Maybe he likes to feel the cold steel against his nose. Its peak hour, he holds the pole, rubs his nose on it. Again. and. Again. Pure YUCKS. How many times does the MRT personnel sterilises the MRT?
2. I saw a man (again) being tall and all, he grabbed the handle bar thingy. Its ok.. but it starts to get gross when he rubs his facial oils on it. DONT KNOW WHY either.
I mean cant people be considerate enough not to gross the hell out of the handle bar and pole thingys on the MRT???? Please??
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Whatever ugly side, must be balanced by a good side.
One evening after work I looked like a haggard monkey, hair flying all over the place and ladden with 2 bulky paper bags of files (for the weekend. I like my home. I dont like office). As usual, when the train arrives, everyone rushes in to get a seat in the MRT (my stop is the second last stop, so its quite empty when it arrives) playing musical chairs and all. And poor me, hobbling with an aching shoulder and hand had no hope in hell in securing a place.
Enter Ah Ma from heaven. I think she saw me from afar looking like a haggard monkey and all, she purposely put her hand on the seat beside her to 'chop' a place for me (at least that is what I like to think) and let go of her hand when I came right in front of the place. I gave her a smile (albeit a tired smile.. but nevertheless a smile..) and gave her thanks.
Made my day... even though I had to lug it from my alighting MRT station back to my liftless flat.
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