Wednesday, July 23

through fare 

hit soemone on the train today, a girl to be precise.

I boarded the train at Bradell and there was this Aunty in her mid fifties occuping two seats. I was thinking how uncomfortable or comfortable it is, depending on which part of the atonomy one derives their sexual pleasure from, to wretch your arse in between two seats on the MRT train. An Uncle staggered to what he thought was an empty seat as Aunty was kind enough to shift her butt, presumingly to accomdate his.

No, Aunty waved her hand vigouriously gesturing towards the door. The train has reached Toa Payoh Station at this juncture and a Girl in her late twenties headed straight onto and planted herself next to Aunty oblivious to Uncle trying to balance himself, clutching onto the handrail with one hand and trying to manage his barang barang of a copy of Today and a package. Nor did she seems to notice that a cute NS guy holding on to clutches trying to stop swaying about in tune with the train's tempo in braking to stop or jerking to move off. The two ladies just plunged into an intenst conversation of appraising some guys that Girl was seeing.

Just before the train could reach my destination at Dhoby Ghuat, I unclasped my waist pouch while pretending to salvage it before it reach the floor, I caught hold of it by the starp and swung the pouch potion with all my might at Girl.

I couldn't see her reaction, as I walked calmly to the door with the sweet voice over the PA system annoucing:"Dhorby Ghuat Intechange..."

I didn't feel bad.

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andi at 21:34