zenn bites...

how many people can you pack into a train?

i don't know. but i think my carriage set a record this morning.

damp hair in my face, elbows jabbing my boobs, the entire enclosure smelling of a mix of perfume, soap, body odour, wet dogs... yuck.

it's made all the more annoying when i looked in and saw passengers lounging comfortable in the middle of the carriage, with 5cm's radius of precious space around each of them (a sheer luxury compared to the body-on-body crap i was facing). bloody idiots should just move the hell in.

being stuck in there was worse than being in a sardine tin ('cept a tad less fishy). and it didn't help when this fat lady (sorry, she really was fat. and sweaty.) barrelled in at paya lebar. the door almost closed on her, but she escaped by putting her entire bodyweight on the poor passengers standing next to her. then she barged her way towards the middle of the carriage, squashing all the little people who were in her path of destruction.

i became a pancake on one of the side panels. not a pretty sight. such a perfect start to the day. =S