So I had a taste of quick retribution yesterday.
Happened on the train to school in the morning, to catch Swallowtail (Butterfly) by Shunji Iwai and The Quiz Show by Robert Redford.
Morning entails packed trains. And into packed train enters lady with long hair. But unlike other ladies with long obedient hair, she had to have frizzy hair that was too long for her own good. So there I was, staring daggers at her back when her hair kept tickling my forearm on the pole, while I desperately try to read my lecture notes. Public nuisance number one.
From out of nowhere, a hand tapped me on the shoulder. Thinking it was a friend, I turn around slowly while guessing who it could be. I found myself staring at an ang moh face between two people's shoulders. An unfamiliar face. He told me to cut it out with my sniffling and that I was disturbing the peace and quiet in the train. My instinctive response would have been to tell him to go buy a car. Somehow it ended up as "I can't help it either, it happens in the morning." I even muttered "Sorry"(!) Just to be fair, he deserves the respect for pointing out things that people would usually suffer in silence for. But he gets the disgust for pointing it out at the wrong thing. If it is pole-dancing children or teenage couples smooching or people talking loudly on their mobiles, then by all means you get the standing ovation (from those who are already standing, of course). But if it's for an uncontrollable symptom like sinus in the morning, oh give me a break mate, in your own tongue, shove it up somewhere. Up your big nostril for one. Public nuisance number two. Me or him?
The joys of riding with the SMRT.
