During rush hour, every person in the MRT train is squeezed together into a small space. That's when all sorts of problems arise. Here are some of the things I will experience in packed MRT trains.
Usually the first thing I'll realise is... shit man somebody here seriously stinks. Choke. Gag.
After that it will be "dammit why is that basket leaning on the pole. I got nothing to grab and I don't feel like touching his back. He might like it."
Next would probably be "Stop squashing me against the door already! I haven't got any place to move and my face is already sticking on the glass panel! Can see the prints?"
And finally, I will be envious of all the people who have got seats and are trying their best to look like they are asleep.
So when the powers combine, I am Captain Muggah. I don't have a uniform because I'm a university student and NTU is too poor to provide me with one. However, the transformation continues. I adjust my spectacles, whip out my 208 textbook, and in the tight confines of the MRT train, I jostle for space... to MUG. Antisocial max. Cue cheesy music.
I can't even begin to describe the looks of disgust from the other passengers. Looking at them, I know what they are probably thinking because I am an all knowing mugger. Especially the younger ones. "Uber nerd." "Chao mugger." "Get a life." But I am not bothered. I am the mugger that mugs people with a textbook. I proceed to stick my textbook into the back of some other person.
The train stops, and the doors open, forcing more people in. I start to turn in a circle so that I create a radius around myself of one textbook space. I pretend I can't see the rest of the world being squashed together while I take up space mugging. My nose is buried deep inside the textbook.
A seat opens up. I use my textbook to cut through the crowds to the seats. I shouldn't be sitting because I'm a young guy and chances are there will be someone who needs the seat more than me. But, I'm in muggah mode. Only reading my textbook matters. I take the seat. The exception is a seat between two banglas. Between you and me, nobody takes those. You know why.
The only thing worse than a crowded MRT train is a crowded MRT train with a mugger. Muggah. No one like.