Don't Gasp. Telling irritating strangers off isn't something that I am incapable of. In fact, its just the exact opposite. People who know me well would know that my patience doesn't accommodate for rude people, especially not when I'm paying for their service -- be it a $60 dining experience or just a $6 Burger King meal.
In this case, I paid for my MRT fare. I assume that this naturally justifies that I am reasonably allowed a grip on the standing-poles, unless of course if the train is so packed that I can't even reach for one.
I was in a pretty packed train yesterday, idly holding on to a pole for my balance when this idiotic woman walked through the opening doors, and press her shoulder against the pole and my hand. I thought, well she must be tired, so I shifted my hand upwards to make way for her. My hand was at an awkward height for my balance but still manageable. Another female passenger who was also holding on to the pole was left to balance on her own.
As if not enough, with minutes this idiotic ass went on to conquer the whole standing-pole with the weight of her entire body, hugging it under one stinky armpit. What a sight to get sooo... intimated with a lifeless pole in a public! I would suggest she go get a proper living support, called a Boyfriend. And for God's sake, please go get a deodorant manz!
What pissed me off was, the next moment she flipped her newspaper wide open and started reading. Being of the same height as she is, I now have to raise my arm to the maximum just to have a grip on the pole. Imagine the amount of space she was taking up in an already packed cabin at the inconvenience of many others, and with total disregard for other commuters' safety! What an Ass!
I was by now staring at her in anger, my message was clear that I am annoyed. She caught my stares a few times but pretended not to and shift her glance away somewhat unnaturally. Nope, she just wasn't going to give up the territory that was not even hers. She turn to her back and let her smelly and frizzy hair do the attack instead, in attempt to make me lose my grip on the pole. Her flyaway hairs were threatening to get into my nostrils! By the whiff of it... Oh my, she needs to invest on a good shampoo and conditioner too!
That did it... I told her off right on the spot and aloud for the enjoyment of many ears, asking her to stop hugging on to the pole so that others can grip on to it. This time, she got my message loud and clear, and moved to one side of the train. She looked visibly embarrassed. I enjoyed the sight. She asked for it.
I think many people still lack the basic courtesy when travelling on public transport. I have elbowed sick old men on many occasions for forcefully squeezing into the train when passengers are already packed like sardines and others have already give up trying. I can't really tell if they are really in such an urgency to get on the train or they are just trying to get fresh with the girls at the edge of the doors. Either way, weird and desperate. I also totally hate it when people tries to sandwich the poor pole in between their BUTT-CRACK. Eww...! So unsightly! Oh, then there are also idiotic males who open their legs so wide, I would think that they must have a serious case of piles somewhere. Some even shamelessly lean their thighs against mine! FISH. As far as I am concerned, I have no qualms about raising a molest case. Don't even try me. Shame on all these people!
Another incident... I was on the train the other day and saw 2 really ugly bra-less and tummy-protruding transvestites took up 5 seats in a row. If not for the really small breasts, I cant really tell that they are supposed to be transvestites. How pathetic.
Anyway, one of them apparently had a big butt and needed to plant them on 3/2 seats. But that's OK, because she only had her butt on the seats. The other decides that he... erm, she paid an extra seat as a thigh rest, and another half a seat for an arm rest, so she was sitting like a very ugly version of "Mermaid in her clam". Her black cheapskate bag was flung across another 2 seats beside her, as though it deserves the royal treatment like a Hermes would. But hey, it wasn't even a ShenZhen produced fake-Prada.
Yet no no-one dared breathe a word, even though people had to stand due to the lack of seats. I guess most have the impression that their species can get very daring and loud. No point getting into a cat fight for a few seats, and I can assure you these people looked more than capable of a girlie cat fight.
Anyway, an uncle was brave enough to sit right in between them just before I got off the train. I heard from my friend later that they started an argument with him, and vulgarities were 'generously' exchanged. Meeting these kind of inconsiderate idiots is just plain unlucky. Grrr...
