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While on the MRT, stitching cute stuffed bunnies to give away to strangers:
Random tall man, aggressively: “Can you stop stitching!”
Me: confused and somewhat worried that Shit was about to Go Down: “Sorry?”
Him: eyes bulging, forehead sweating, tone both self-righteous and angrily afraid: “You heard me, stop stitching. That’s a needle. If you lose your balance you’re going to stab someone. Don’t stitch on the MRT.”
Source: FB post by Rachel Ooi
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