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I was waiting at City Hall MRT station one evening, waiting for KuKuNehNeh to knock off from work. I took a seat at one of the benches facing the glass doors of the NS line (towards Jurong East) and was busy surfing away on my Nokia N95. Whenever I hear the glass and train doors open from the EW line on the other side of the platform, it’s normal to expect to hear a huge splatter of sounds from passengers who would walk briskly towards the opposite platform where I was, to catch the train heading northwards.

Usually, my face will be buried in my phone’s screen but right after I hear the train doors open from the EW Line, a pair of legs made itself very distinctively different from the rest of the footsteps. I heard footsteps of someone in heels, sprinting towards where I was sitting and I looked up in time to see a woman, probably in her late 30s dashing across the corner and towards the first glass door of the platform. She then stood right in front of the doors with her face just merely inches away from the glass.

You would probably think like I did, that the train was probably reaching but no. I looked up at the terminal and the next train will only be arriving in 5 mins. There the woman was, standing with feet wide apart with her arms crossed in front of the doors and close enough to stick her tongue out to reach the surface of the glass, looking as though she’ll stab anyone with her heels who dares to try entering the train cabin before her.

Did I mention that the train was only arriving FIVE MINUTES LATER?

People-watching during such moments are priceless. I wish I can record pictures and videos with my eyes sometimes.