Pkchukiss - Reality Wine

I wrestled with the earphone cables on my mobile phone after they failed to hitch properly, and caused my music to be totally monophonic in a stereo-fashion.

The sound came through the left earpiece the first second, and then the right earpiece the next moment. I jiggled the connector, and both sides went dead.

Curious, I pulled the entire connector out, and the music blasted through the external speaker on the phone itself, startling half of the train cabin. If my embarrassment were measured by rulers, it would have been stretched back home; I plugged the connector back in, and the sound started to alternate again.

I ended up perching the phone precariously inside my pocket, trying to keep the connector hitched onto the sweet spot. Though it was a lot better, I still had the occasional squeaks, just like a cassette player mowing a run-down tape.

My conclusion: Nokia’s proprietary connectors can cause you a lot of trouble and embarrassment when they are worn out.

The usual suspects were lurking as usual outside the train doors at the platform. Their eyes lit up when the train pulled into the station: some of them were planted right at the centre of the door-gap, which would be where passengers normally alight from.

When the door opened, I walked straight into them, causing them to stumble backwards, confounded and bewildered by the roller that just steam-rolled their plans to surge into the train. Without looking back, I strolled to the escalator. I have already given up swimming against the tide. It has become a local culture to muscle one’s way into the train before alighting passengers could exit the cabin. Where barbarians are concerned, they only understand force.

And that is what I would do: walk right into them. There is no use getting all worked up and testy because of a couple of people whom are inconsiderate. The resultant anger bounces off their thick hide without any adverse effect, so we might as well save the talking, and simply bulldoze through the obstacles. We get on with our lives, and maybe someday, the clueless will start to reflect on the reason why they are run-over at every train station.

I know that is impossible, but we humans can only hope, can’t we?

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