One of the rare days I get to go back home during the rush hour (6.30pm - 7.30pm), some moron on the MRT came to spoil my evening. Normally, during rush hour there will be loads of people in the MRT and most of the time, if you aren't skilled enough, you dont get a place to sit. I'm not so skilled today. So I stood. Since the MRT was packed, I braved my hands to hold onto those icky poles.



There is this dude who came in from City Hall MRT, rushed in to the train shoved his way through masses of people in the train. This dude, obviously able bodied and able to balance his way in the train (cos he wasnt carrying anything) SNATCHED MY PLACE by shoving me aside so that HE can hold the STUPID icky poles. FYI I hate strangers brushing me so I moved. I gave him the death glare and he feigned ignorance. So fine. I moved and tried to balance my way home in the MRT.



No. The story doesnt end there. He, obviously at the back of me, kept leaning back like a MORON should and kept brushing against me. He kept looking back to see the train route. I mean, cant he like a normal person just turn and look at the train route? And MUST HE TURN 10 times to see a train schedule? The process of him turning back irritates me because he kept touching me "accidentally".



I felt like smacking him with my bag(s).





See how the MORON kept leaning backwards. EVEN THOUGH HE WAS HOLDING THAT DAMN POLE. See how packed the train is and he cant even keep his own body to himself. MORON. It is as though it is not enough that I have to deal with rampaging aunts who are so skilled to barge themselves ensuring they have a seat in the MRT throughout their whole ride. I have to deal with this MORON. *SIGH*

Labels: Morons, MRT Horror