Friday, 23 September 2016

CHAPTER 6: DISCOURTESY ON THE MRT (PART 1)





This one’s my favorite, so pardon me for being long winded. There is a Chinese saying “A journey of 10,000 miles starts with one step.” For us to get to the MRT, we have to start on the escalator before we get to the train platform. And that’s where the discourtesy starts too………

Most people stand idly on the escalator, as it goes up or down, surveying the rest of the world. They are not in a hurry. That’s fine with me. Take your time. BUT PLEASE – I beg you, please stand to the left and allow those who are in a hurry to walk on the escalators if they want to. Never mind their reasons being in a hurry, whether it is to meet their maker or for their reincarnation. That is not your business. Your business is simply to keep to your left. On behalf of the myriads of commuters who are forever in a hurry and I was one of them not too long ago, I beg you again, I implore you, PLEASE STAND TO YOUR LEFT. YOU UNDERSTAND!

And canoodling couples. My God! They are always hogging the escalators. They do not have the sense to stand on different steps, with both keeping to the left and keeping their hands to themselves. They will stand next to each other, holding hands, hugging and occasionally kissing. They are probably at courting stage. The quarrels and the fights have not started yet.

I am married. So I can share my experience on how to behave on the escalators when you are with the wife. When going down the escalator, the wife goes first. Then you follow 3 seconds later which means you are at least three steps behind. Both of you keep to the left so that your fellow human beings who are in a hurry to meet their maker will not have to elbow their way through. Or having to repeat “Excuse, excuse” a thousand times so that they will not be late for whatever they are trying not to be late for.

When going up an escalator, you go first. Then your wife follows 3 seconds thereafter. At this juncture, you may pause to wonder why the wife has to go first on the way down but you go first on the way up. Let me tell you. It has nothing to do with “ladies first” on the way down or “male chauvinism” on the way up. It is because if you say something wrong and she decides to practice her punching skills, you are safely out of reach. Unless your wife has long hands to match her mother’s big mouth, in which case 5 seconds is recommended. My dearly departed father-in-law needed a full 10 seconds.

But sometimes you find yourself standing on the right for reasons beyond your control. When that happens, and you hear impatient “Excuse! Excuse!” or some weirdo breathing heavily down your neck, please return to your left as graciously as possible. Do not glare back at them. Unless you want to start a fight. We are human beings with certain tolerance limits so sometimes we do glare back at them. My tolerance limit is high. It’s my upbringing. But when MM is with me, it goes down to zero. I then not only glare back. I taunt them. I challenge them! Not to fight with me, of course. I am a gentleman. I challenge them to fight with Mighty Mouth, standing quietly besides me. It’s so fun to see her manhandle three grown men. And with just one hand.

And while they are still fighting, I found myself on the train platform. I count to 5 and MM appears, cursing “They don’t even know how to write the word “death” and they want to spar with me?” Once I had to count to ten before she appeared, dragging two of them. The third one could be heard shouting for help.

Anyway,  you are now safely on the train platform. And as you are about to breathe a sigh of relief, you are bombarded with a series of announcements, “PLEASE ALLOW PASSENGERS TO ALIGHT BEFORE BOARDING. PLEASE ALLOW PASSENGERS TO ALIGHT BEFORE BOARDING.” "DO NOT STAND IN FRONT OF THE DOOR". About 50 times. Reinforced with the yellow box in front of the car door.

The announcements and the yellow boxes are no brainers. I know they are no brainers because Mighty Mouth understands them and politely stands at the side of the doors until all alighting passengers have alighted before she boards.

SO PLEASE TELL ME, THE REST OF YOU WITH MORE BRAINS, WHY CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND THIS VERY SIMPLE INSTRUCTION? WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS RUSHING IN WHEN THERE ARE PASSENGERS TRYING TO GET OUT?
WHY CAN’T YOU WAIT? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

I better calm down. I am about to get a heart attack. Breathe in. Breathe out. Sigh.

It is just so sad. It happens every time. It happens every day.


Anyway, there  I was,  waiting for the train, keeping out of the yellow box, queuing  behind at least 3 others, determined not to take a step  forward until  alighting passengers have exited. The train stopped. But just before the doors opened,  passengers appeared out of nowhere, jumping queues, standing inside the yellow box. Shouts of “Fast, fast. Train here already!” could be heard. The three of us plus a few behind me, I am sure, glared at them but do they care? No, they don’t. The young man in front of me, built like Samson looked angry, but said nothing. The young lady behind me, of even more ample proportions, (she reminded me of Dolly Parton)  mumbled to herself but said nothing. So it was left to yours truly to stand up for Singapore. But before I could even open my mouth, the train doors opened and the ones on the yellow boxes rushed in. Samson stood his grounds. But Dolly pushed forward, screaming “Must not let them win!” And when Dolly pushed,  even Samson lurched forward, with me holding on to him for dear life! So what do you think happened to me? I will stand up for Singapore next time. I promise.

And so I found myself on the train, courtesy of Dolly Parton and no thanks to  Samson. The alighting passengers simply had no chance. Samson dragging me and Dolly pushing me. I felt so loved. You may want to try it sometime. Sigh.

Now let the journey begins. But let me prepare the uninitiated, the naive, the inexperienced, for this longest short journey of your life.

But  I need sometime to rest after that arduous journey on the escalators. So please bear with me  till  then.........


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