What goes around, comes around. What goes up must come down.
I've been out everyday of this week, and I've witnessed rude behaviour at least once
each time I'm out. Okay, not that I'm the most polite person in the world, hell no.
But. I've been the third person in these situations and I find them, well, piss offs.
Situation 1 : You know those huge signs on the MRT, "reserved seats" in the corner? Yeah, a pregnant woman carrying tons of bags walks in along with a teenage girl. The reserved seat is free. They come in at the same time but the teenage girl hurries and snags the seat. If it wasn't wtf enough, she had the gall to glare at the pregnant woman when she set her bags down. The hell?
Situation 2 : I was in a cab, and there was this truck just ahead that was moving rather slowly, so the cab driver wanted to go on ahead, two lanes anyway right? Well, the truck driver swerved in front and blocked our passage and continued his road slug speed. It made the cab driver swear D:
Situation 3 : I was in the ladies' and this little girl was so short, she couldn't really reach the tap. I moved to help her, but another woman moved to help her too, I assumed. I assumed wrong. The woman pressed on the tap for herself and shook her hands so vigorously that some water hit the girl's face. Poor thing. Her mom came out of the cubicle then, and pressed the tap for her daughter. OMG.
Situation 4 : I was walking home today, and I heard rustling behind me - there was a bike. I moved. Up ahead, there were two girls walking side by side, and the cyclist had no bell, and didn't bother to say "excuse me" so the the girls had no idea there was a bike behind them. He nearly knocked into them, and he dismounted his bike. He went past them, dragging his bike along, and turned around saying, "eh can you all be more considerate to your surroundings anot? Walao eh (expletives)." Then he rode off.
Come on, is it really that hard, does it squeeze balls to say excuse me?
Is it nauseating to help someone press something?
And would it kill you to let someone else have a seat?
>>♥ I was counting on forever,
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What goes around, comes around. What goes up must come down.
I've been out everyday of this week, and I've witnessed rude behaviour at least once
each time I'm out. Okay, not that I'm the most polite person in the world, hell no.
But. I've been the third person in these situations and I find them, well, piss offs.
Situation 1 : You know those huge signs on the MRT, "reserved seats" in the corner? Yeah, a pregnant woman carrying tons of bags walks in along with a teenage girl. The reserved seat is free. They come in at the same time but the teenage girl hurries and snags the seat. If it wasn't wtf enough, she had the gall to glare at the pregnant woman when she set her bags down. The hell?
Situation 2 : I was in a cab, and there was this truck just ahead that was moving rather slowly, so the cab driver wanted to go on ahead, two lanes anyway right? Well, the truck driver swerved in front and blocked our passage and continued his road slug speed. It made the cab driver swear D:
Situation 3 : I was in the ladies' and this little girl was so short, she couldn't really reach the tap. I moved to help her, but another woman moved to help her too, I assumed. I assumed wrong. The woman pressed on the tap for herself and shook her hands so vigorously that some water hit the girl's face. Poor thing. Her mom came out of the cubicle then, and pressed the tap for her daughter. OMG.
Situation 4 : I was walking home today, and I heard rustling behind me - there was a bike. I moved. Up ahead, there were two girls walking side by side, and the cyclist had no bell, and didn't bother to say "excuse me" so the the girls had no idea there was a bike behind them. He nearly knocked into them, and he dismounted his bike. He went past them, dragging his bike along, and turned around saying, "eh can you all be more considerate to your surroundings anot? Walao eh (expletives)." Then he rode off.
Come on, is it really that hard, does it squeeze balls to say excuse me?
Is it nauseating to help someone press something?
And would it kill you to let someone else have a seat?
>>♥ I was counting on forever,
