Walao eh, I just had the most ridiculous and honestly intrusive encounter at City Hall MRT today, and I seriously need to know if anyone else has experienced this kind of absolute madness.
Look, I am a 190cm tall guy, so my stride is naturally longer. I am also the kind of person who regularly clocks 15,000 to 25,000 steps a day, meaning my normal walking pace is fast, efficient, and I actually know how to control my limbs when navigating through a massive crowd. I know how to get from point A to point B without bulldozing into people.
But today, while transferring lines at City Hall MRT, I ended up walking slightly behind and beside this woman. She had the normal corporate office lady look, but her walking mechanics? Absolutely psychotic. She was swinging her arms like she was leading a marching contingent at the National Day Parade. I am not even exaggerating. Every single step she took, her arms would swing up to her chest level in the front, and then swing violently backward like a grandfather clock pendulum on crack.
Who the hell walks like that in a packed underground train station?! This is City Hall MRT during peak hour, not the MacRitchie Reservoir park connector!
Because I was walking beside her in the tight crowd, her aggressive backward hand swings kept invading my personal space. And because of the angle and my height, her hand was swinging dangerously close to my lower half. I tried to siam (dodge), I tried to slow down, but the human traffic pushing from behind meant I was totally boxed into the danger zone.
At one point, her hand swung back so hard it literally grazed my pants. I was stunned. I genuinely thought to myself: Man ask why woman why she walk swing hands so much. Is it want touch my lan jiao? Knn, I dono deliberate or what! Like, is this some new stealth pervert tactic, or does she just severely lack basic spatial awareness?
If a guy was swinging his arms blindly and kept brushing against a woman in a crowded MRT, the TransCom police would be waiting at the next station, and STOMP would have his face plastered everywhere by lunchtime. But because I’m a guy, I just have to awkwardly twist my hips like I am dancing the cha-cha just to protect my family jewels from this human windmill.
I even loudly went “Tsk!” and gave her the blackest face I could muster, but she just kept marching forward, completely in her own world, arms still flailing like she was trying to generate enough aerodynamic lift to take flight.
Seriously, to all the people out there: keep your arms to yourself when you are in a crowded place. You are not an Olympic power walker. Hold your handbag, check your phone, or just walk normally like a civilized human being. Don’t go around treating innocent commuters’ personal space like your own playground. Knn, really spoil my mood.