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eastertakesfive
- September 8th, 2009
For the first time, I was actually afraid to be on the train.
An Inspector/Train Guard/Red Guard/Service Ambassador(?)/SMRT-Dude boarded the train at Paya Lebar. I was sucking on a mint, which could literally mean a $30 fine. The doors opened, he stormed in with his key and walkie-talkie, looked at me aaaaand walked away to unlock the red-comms button on the other side of the door. Fuck. I was safe, but for HOW LONG? HOW LONG!?!
On the other hand, I'm sure many people feel that the fine for "sucking on a sweet" is totally ridiculous. What's next SMRT? You guys gonna start fining people for bringing in takeovers and tarpaus for our hungry selves/families at home? Why don't you start strip-searching for everybody who brings what's conceivable as a consumable and detain them for bringing in illegal substances?
The train rides used to be enjoyable, until too many things started changing.
Ie. Food/Beverage Rule, Foreigners, Coloured-lines (Green, Blue, Purple, what's next, pale indigo?)
GAH.
PS: this post is laden with sexual innuendos. lol.