Yesterday I went grocery shopping with dad. Waiting to cross the small road to NTUC parkway, I saw this old lady with a marketing trolley full of groceries standing at the side of the road. I wasn’t sure if she waiting for car to pick her up or waiting to cross. Then when the road cleared, while dad and me was crossing the road, she tried to lift the trolley. Upon reaching the other side, I asked if she was crossing the road in dialect, she said yes. I lifted her trolley which was filled with cans and bottles because I could hear them knocking against each other. Boy, it sure was heavy! I was also worried that the vegetables on the top might drop. Obviously a very full marketing trolley. Half way crossing the road while the old lady was trailing behind me, there was a FUCKING car honking at me. (Honking = many times!) But, I simply carried on and put the trolley on the middle of the road and went back to help the old lady. Hah! Yes, that was delibrate on my part. I glared at the driver of this dark blue Mercedes Benz and the driver was behind her Gucci sunglasses and her very permed hair just looked back. I was fucking pissed off with her ! Can’t she tell that I’m busy helping carrying heavy stuff for a old lady? Can’t wait for 2 seconds is it? In such hurry huh? ARGH!! After that, she just sped off…Fucked Up!!
Today, after coming home from lunch with dad, we took a bus home and along Joo Chiat Road, the bus stopped and a young couple boarded the bus followed by their young son. Meanwhile, someone pressed the bell as the door wasn’t open. Next thing I knew, the bus driver was shouting at someone. Initially I thought there as a mischevious boy that deserve some scolding then I realised what had happened - instead of opening the back door for the passenger to alight, he closed the front door. AND the door closed on someone. I was such a busybody and walked to the door to see the commotion and was shocked to discover an old man with an unbrella as a walking stick had his arm scratched and it was bleeding. Poor thing, he dare not board the bus. He didn’t trust the driver or the door for that matter. Driver was apologising and assured him that the door will remain open. But still, I saw the old man shaking and hesitately lifted his leg and then withdrawing again. I went down the bus, left leg on the road, right leg on the steps, back against the door and helped the old man up. I told him in dialect that the door will not slam on him because my back is blocking the door. Upon reaching the top, I stared at the driver and said firmly instructed him in mandarin, “Do not move the bus till the old man is seated!” The old man was settled next to me and his hand was still trembling and bleeding. I couldn’t offer much so I searched my wallet for a plaster and offered to him. Like an obedient child, he held his hand out for me to nurse his wound. Poor driver was so apologetic but the old man was so nice to tell him that he’s okay.
Do you know what I learnt with these 2 incidents? Singaporean have that sit-back and see-what-happens kind of attitute that I’m simply disgusted. Yes, I agree that my actions are such a great deal, but it’s really dissappointing to see people living in their comfort zone and not wanting to lift and dirty their fingers to help.
Disclaimer: I was really unglam with one leg up the steps but I assure you all that most days I’m totally feminine. REALLY!! =P
