HAVING
recently bounced back into the world of office employment, I now once
again regularly experience the wonders of Metro Manila public
commute. It's not exactly one of the most enjoyable things in the
world, especially since my schedule coincides perfectly with rush
hour, but it does make for some really interesting anecdotes. For our
MRT-riding readers here'sa rude rant about how
to be the most annoying train passenger in the world.
Oh no. |
You
cut in front of me in line.
When
I head home, I take the
MRT from Ayala going
northwards to Shaw Boulevard. That's
only two four stations away,
but if I happen to be
unlucky enough to be
a little late, then it's a
sure bet that the line
going into the station
would be
long, hot,
and unpleasant. If
you “make singit” in front of me, try
to create an entirely new
line, or enter
the station through the “No Baggage” lane with a bagful
of stuff, then
you can be sure that
I hate you. If it were me
doing these, it's
perfectly okay,
but heaven forbid anyone else be impatient.
You
talk obnoxiously loudly on
your phone.
Assuming
that there is enough space on
the MRT for you to move
your hand from your side
up to your face (which is
rare), please
don't use the opportunity
to talk loudly
with your friend on
the other side of the
cellphone connection. We
don't really care who's
cheating on whom or
why you're angry at
whomever
nor do we want to spend 20
minutes on the train listening
to you laugh in
10 different ways without
really saying anything. Don't
try to talk to me either; that's weird.
Having
said this,
I do have to share
this conversation as one of my most favorite “overheard
sa LRT” experiences:
Man
talking to wife:
“Mommy...”
Pause.
“Nadala
ko napkin mo.”
Pause.
“Bili
ka na lang ng bago.”
Stop.
I
don't think the guy was ever seen again after that.
You
PUSH.
In
the mad scramble to get into the
already crowded train,
people tend
to push and push hard. To
an extent, I understand your
urgency;
I want to get home as
quickly as possible too.
But
if you push
me forward
when there's no more space or
I'm trying to back up for someone to get off the train, be
prepared for me to push back with
an elbow. We're
already straining the
limits of Physics by cramming too
many people into a
potentially deadly mode
of transportation, but
if there's no more space, then there's NO MORE SPACE.
You
sweat waterfalls and smell
“maasim”.
I
wish everyone tried to freshen
up a bit before getting
into an MRT train. It will
make the ride so much more
pleasant and less
nerve-wracking for
everyone involved. I
don't
claim to smell like roses
and
daisies when I ride the
train, but at
the very least I try to
wipe off my
sweat before gluing
my body to hundreds of other passengers. Also,
I try very hard not to
stick my
arm pit onto someone
else's face, whether I
smell bad or not. Please
do the same.
You
complain about how crowded it is.
B*tch,
take a cab. Enough said.
At
the end of this day I'll be walking again towards MRT Ayala and
trying to ride the train and be home by 7. Hopefully, that's enough
time for everyone of my fellow passengers to read this entry and do
something about their bad MRT habits. Hah, yeah right.
P.S.
I'm not really sure why the first word(s) are capitalized in news
article, but it's neat so I'm doing it from now on.
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