Have you ever been in a situation where you saw something, you wanted to say something, then in the end you didn't say it and you end up thinking about what if you had actually said something.
I was in such a situation. I was on an MRT going west towards Boon Lay, and the whole row of seats was filled except for the one on my left, because that particular seat had liquid on it. I wasn't about to do charity and wipe the seat because I had not the faintest idea of where the liquid came from. Liquid of dubious origin is really best left alone. Really.
And so it happened that the train stopped at Raffles Place station. Everyone knows that this station has lots of people, which means no empty seats, except the one on my left. So this guy came in, and I knew he was going to sit on that seat. I could see it in his eyes, the determination, the drive, the fire in his look as he walked nearer, the certainty as he approached the seat, that the seat was his for the taking.
I hesitated for a moment, because I wasn't sure if I should say something. And before I could open my mouth, he plonked his huge ass right smack on the seat. At this point, it was pointless telling him because he would be angry that I hadn't told him earlier.
So in my mind, I silently applauded his selflessness at using his jeans to clean the seat. Bravo tissue ass!
In this time and age, how many people will still sacrifice their jeans to clean dirty seats? How very noble! How selfless! A good Samaritan in this time and age! It brings tears to my eyes!
However, all throughout the journey though I wondered, what if the liquid soaked through his jeans and somehow he felt a coolness on his arse? If that happened, I'd have to do my best "I'm sleeping so don't look at me I don't know anything" act. But apparently, he never felt a thing, and when he left at Jurong East station, the seat was clean and dry.
Perhaps I should have said something. So I'll say it here now. Look before you sit.