Are SMRT buses haunted? I was at the rear end of the bus this morning. There was about four-person standing gap between me and the next guy, the Yakult-man (nothing against the company, just for easy identification as he was wearing the Yakult shirt). A ten-minutes bus ride ended up almost twenty. Partially due to Mr Yakult-man. Not that he did any stun... he did nothing! Not even moving a single toe. The kind driver waited at every bus stop for people to squeeze up. Despite that, it was already filled to the steps of the front door. I must say those at the front end could not have done much as there were really quite a few stone-casted people between them and me. So easy to move them meh? Especially if it might had been haunted! Very difficult to convince people to move in lorh... Or was it because of me? -smells myself-
Sometimes its the case of poor planning that result in insufficient number of buses. Sometimes its just the commuters. Well, maybe planning can take account of such people too? I think it would help abit if the driver had been vocal, "Oei, move in leh, please thank you." Some miracles may occur... Or a dramatic passenger at the bus stop knocking the bus windows and then squeezing all the way into the bus to get a seat would help (remember the 145 incident?). As I stared at the angry but helpless faces at the bus stop, I tried to tell them thru' my tiny eyes, "I move in le hor... what to do, blame the Yakult-man lo, or complain to SMRT that their buses may be haunted la." After a while, I told myself, "So what. Just have to wait for the next bus..."
Sometimes its the case of poor planning that result in insufficient number of buses. Sometimes its just the commuters. Well, maybe planning can take account of such people too? I think it would help abit if the driver had been vocal, "Oei, move in leh, please thank you." Some miracles may occur... Or a dramatic passenger at the bus stop knocking the bus windows and then squeezing all the way into the bus to get a seat would help (remember the 145 incident?). As I stared at the angry but helpless faces at the bus stop, I tried to tell them thru' my tiny eyes, "I move in le hor... what to do, blame the Yakult-man lo, or complain to SMRT that their buses may be haunted la." After a while, I told myself, "So what. Just have to wait for the next bus..."
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