KLCC

I have no issues about driving there and have no issues paying the expensive parking. If I were to be stuck in traffic jam on my way there, I doubt it would've bothered me as that would give me the chance to listen to my recently purchased Twilight soundtrack (when you live 3 minutes away from your office it gives you very little chance to listen to any music at all).

But yesterday, perhaps due to lack of sleep or lack of alcohol consumption (or both), I decided to take the LRT to KLCC. Aaaah, the joys of public transportation. I thought, you know, I'd give Mother Earth a break by choosing not to pollute her ozone with the exhaust fumes from my car.

The "ever so efficient" LRT

Now I have certain reservations about using our public transportation. It wouldn't have mattered to me if our LRT was slow, or if it broke down even. I mean, I'm on holiday so I've got the whole friggin' day. I could very well stop and smell all the flowers on my way to KLCC. So yeah, time means nothing to the jobless.

However, the thing that bothered me most was my bizarre encounters with all sorts of people on the LRT. All sorts meaning perverts.

I was sitting next to this uncle, who I assumed had balls the size of watermelons because he sits with his legs wide apart 'til one of his thighs kept rubbing against mine. So I looked down at his crotch area trying to see if indeed he had watermelon balls 'coz I was getting annoyed with all this rubbing and touching.

Nope. I was disappointed. No watermelon balls. He's just another perverted old man.

If he was David Beckham sitting next to me with his legs wide apart, I wouldn't have mind

And yes, he really was a perverted old man because when he got up at his stop, he brushed his hand on my thigh... with his palms down!

As just when I thought how much more comfortable my journey would be without that old man, a younger man comes in, only this time he decides to stand directly in front of me. Let me tell you something. Sitting down facing someone's crotch is bad enough. But when that person sways back and forth on purpose, now that's something else!!

I don't think that staring at a stranger's crotch qualifies as looking at "art"

So I looked up to glare at him and for some strange reason, everytime I did that, he would have this sick twisted smile on his face. So I pondered on about that for a while and realized what it must've looked like from his point of view when "shoving" one's crotch into another person's face (*insert your own imagination here*)


Get what I mean?

Eerrrggggh! I will never ever take public transportations anymore.

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