Or that one guy who tries to convince you that there’s an emergency he has to go to or that he’s in a real hurry. Try your best not to fall for that.
It’s kind of mean on the off chance that he isn’t lying, but that’s just what the MRT Commute teaches you to do, to…
I once saw a pair of women convince a guy that one of them was pregnant to get his seat. When the guy got off the train, the women burst out in laughter. Chivalry is dead because buttheads in the MRT killed it.
Yup. It does. Don’t believe me? How can you explain the magic wooden stick that the guards tap on your bag to “inspect” its contents? Or the X-ray vision they used to check your other bag, when they only opened up your clutch bag?
Or the fact that when the Train doors open all the people in the vicinity inexplicably turn into zombies? That feed off of personal space?
Yep. Magic exists, I’ll tell you what doesn’t though…
What in the hell is that?
Always. ALWAYS. And of course there’s the “Oh, walang u-utot! Hahaha!” Comedy gold, I tell you.
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