Whereas MRT Commute is the modern version of Spartan Army Training
This is madness!
Madness? This. Is. MRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!
*kicks rude idiots into the bottomless train tracks*
Actually, this little gem happened a month ago. I'm merely recalling this to give you MOAR reasons to be thankful for not having to commute the same way I do. Day in, day out.
Typical morning rush at 7AM. Platform full. Waiting at the area which loads on to the first two cars reserved for females, children, the elderly and the disabled.
For the love of Gourd, ladies! Stop pushing and shoving! One of us could fall into the platform and get seriously hurt. Okay, not having a sort of barrier is also management suck on the part of the train company. But when the train door opens, step aside and let disembarking passengers through first. Don't rush inside to meet them head on. The other day, the door nearly closed on a woman's neck! As always, the train hasn't even stopped and yet you're already pushing each other towards the UNOPENED door.
On that particular day, yours truly just experienced a bout of Commuter Rage. I was among the commuters already standing at the edge of the platform. The train has barely stopped, so of course, the doors wouldn't open yet. But the other commuters from my right side were already shoving us so hard we nearly lost our balance.
I happened to be holding a newspaper in my free hand. Lost it. Yelled in full capslock rage, "STOP PUSHING!". And then threw the newspaper over my head whereupon it sailed towards the direction of the pushy people, its sections separating in midair before landing on several heads. I think it bought me some species of relief because the force of 5,000 psi threatening to turn my right ribs into puree had let up for a split second. The door opened and I was able to squeeze in without further incident.
Well, the newspaper was free.
Madness? This. Is. MRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!
*kicks rude idiots into the bottomless train tracks*
Actually, this little gem happened a month ago. I'm merely recalling this to give you MOAR reasons to be thankful for not having to commute the same way I do. Day in, day out.
Typical morning rush at 7AM. Platform full. Waiting at the area which loads on to the first two cars reserved for females, children, the elderly and the disabled.
For the love of Gourd, ladies! Stop pushing and shoving! One of us could fall into the platform and get seriously hurt. Okay, not having a sort of barrier is also management suck on the part of the train company. But when the train door opens, step aside and let disembarking passengers through first. Don't rush inside to meet them head on. The other day, the door nearly closed on a woman's neck! As always, the train hasn't even stopped and yet you're already pushing each other towards the UNOPENED door.
On that particular day, yours truly just experienced a bout of Commuter Rage. I was among the commuters already standing at the edge of the platform. The train has barely stopped, so of course, the doors wouldn't open yet. But the other commuters from my right side were already shoving us so hard we nearly lost our balance.
I happened to be holding a newspaper in my free hand. Lost it. Yelled in full capslock rage, "STOP PUSHING!". And then threw the newspaper over my head whereupon it sailed towards the direction of the pushy people, its sections separating in midair before landing on several heads. I think it bought me some species of relief because the force of 5,000 psi threatening to turn my right ribs into puree had let up for a split second. The door opened and I was able to squeeze in without further incident.
Well, the newspaper was free.