Train Commuters I Just Cannot Stand!
Champion
Mr Pungent
He thinks perfume is free.
Either that, or he intended to be a mobile potpourri.
Faint-o-meter: Bearable
Mr Nicotine
He smells of cigarettes
Clothes, breath, looks.
If only there is an odor function on computers to better illustrate him.
Faint-o-meter: Face crumples and moves away
Mr Sweaty
It is mid to late afternoon on a weekday. He is usually in his secondary school PE attire, or that stinky yellowish (originally crisp white) looking badminton t-shirt.
He shoulders his humongous gym bag snugly and walks into the train with a tired looking gaze, often accompanied by a few more friends ie Mr Sweaty 1, Mr Sweaty 2 etc.
Faint-o-meter: Holds breath and shifts away from the moment they are spotted outside the train doors
The Ultimatum
Botak.
Black plastic framed glasses.
Boots.
Big bag.
Bo chap attitude.
Book out together with his friends.
The military guy!
Or worse, the BMT noob!
Faint-o-meter: On the spot
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