When i got onto the train today, i realised that i was the only person in the carriage who didnt have a seat. I was desperate to get one, for it had been a long day; of incomprehensible lectures, group discussions where i am 2 steps behind, stalking and spying on msn conversations.
Looking into the other carriage, i was just in time to spot someone vacating his seat. But what was this? He wasnt preparing to alight. Rather, he was getting up to stand at one corner. Something was amiss. Did he just wet his seat? Or was the guy beside him dripping mucus onto him?
I didnt know whether to check out the seat and make a possibly wasted trip and look like a fool or preserve my remaining strength to keep myself standing. Just then, i realised i wasnt the only one eyeing the seat. Someone else in the other carriage seemed to be thinking the same as me.
I had to stop him. Got ready to sprint, while staring at him to back off. Augh! He was doing the same! We were locked in a deadly stalemate, a mental battle only known to depraved individuals such as i.
Just then, the train doors opened and the seat was taken by a new-ly boarded commuter.
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