In the game, a lively music is played and the kids must go around the chairs set in the middle of a room. When the music stops the kids scramble to find a vacant chair. The one kid left standing, is out of the game. The next round begins with fewer kids and even fewer chairs. Sounds familiar, right? It was fun too. School age fun that is.
Now I'm just like any urban professional anxiously waiting at the platform. I can feel everyone is getting ready to play. Everyone is waiting for the train to make its stop. As the train finally arrives and the door slowly opens, one girl nearest to the opening places both her hands on the door, as if willing it to open wide faster. Think, darna-style here. At the smallest possible space, she squeezes in and then another follows, and then everyone gets a go at it. In seconds, the throng of females at the platform filled the train. Today, I got a good seat and most likely have shoved at least one girl out of my way. So much for musical chair fun.
Seeing my daily grind in the MRT as playing musical chair is better. Makes the experience more tolerable and getting a seat is the prize itself. Being a kid left standing is not okay anymore. Not while you are left standing while rubbing skin with another sweaty female, while another's butt and boobs is pressed on your back, while you are pressed against another female who has her long hair sticking all over your sweaty face. It's awful and that is an understatement.
*photos not my own
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