It sucks when you're stuck at a bus stop, nature calls, and there isn't a public toilet in sight. When nature calls, it doesn't matter what you have to do. NATURE WINS, every time. I was waiting for a bus, and I knew relief wouldn't come unless I rushed home as quickly as possible, since there aren't public toilets on buses or in HDB estates.
I was contemplating going to the second floor of some HDB flat and asking them if I could use the toilet, but I decided I wasn't that desperate, and that there were better alternatives. Seeing the bus wasn't coming, I decided to cab home.
The cab got me home pretty fast, like in 5 minutes, because the bus stop was actually rather near my place. The meter said like 4.60. I gave the uncle 4.70, and waited, like you do when you expect change.
You know what the taxi uncle did? He put his hand on the gearshift and turned his head around like he was going to reverse and drive away, totally pretending that I had given him 60 cents and not 70.
I wanted to argue with the uncle that I'd given him 70 cents and not 60 cents, and that I should get back 10 cents, but my bladder was threatening to explode, so I had to quickly close the cab door and sprint home.
I was an unfortunate victim of bladder blackmail. The uncle just cheated a poor student. He must have failed maths in school, which would explain why he's a cab driver, and one who resents university students too.
Maybe I should have pissed in his cab. After all, public toilets cost 10 cents.