On my way home from work today I found myself stranded at the bus stop outside Tiong Bahru Plaza in the torrential rain. Rain so heavy, everything beyond 30 m was visible only through a translucent curtain of water. It was also accompanied by occasional gusts of wind which brought the rain in under the shelter, sparing not one of the 30-odd pathetic souls huddled under the bus stop’s dingy roof.
It was in such a condition that I spent the 10-15 minutes waiting for my bus to arrive. When it did, it pulled up at the stop adorned in little spouts of water tumbling gaily from its roof, like some kind of whale breaking the surface of the ocean.
Roughly 10 shivering bodies rushed towards the open door. Those that were slow were forced to cringe in the rain while the slowpokes in front (more on this later) fumbled for their EZ-link cards. I was one of these waiting-in-the-rain people. When I finally got on the bus and tapped my EZ link card, the rain
stopped.
Not dwindle-to-a-drizzle stop, but a dance-in-the-open-in-a-feathered-suit-and-you’ll-still-come-back-fluffy type of stopped. I got off at the next bus stop, barely 60 seconds later, and could walk all the way home without as much as a hand over my head. The auntie in front of me tucked her umbrella away… and that says a lot.
I reached my void deck, and got into the lift.
When I got out, it was raining again. Like it had never stopped before.
In other news, the slowest people in the world
always choose to walk in front of me. They will cut into my path, clip me at the turnings, clog up the bloody escalators and block my way.
Especially when I’m in a hurry.
I always maintain that if you’re as slow - and as wide - as a fucking steamroller, then you jolly well keep left, signal early, and keep your hazard lights on. Stop acting like you’re some kind of cholesterol deposit.
Gary :: Nov.21.2006 ::
Bitchin', WTF ::
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