My Beautiful Country. Part 1

I am in one of my nationalistic pangs today. Thing is, it arrives in a sort of inverted, transposed order, where the beauty is seen in its absence.

I took the LRT from Serdang, unknown to me that today is a Selangor public holiday. It was late by 3 mins, jampacked with people, and I had failed to get entry earlier through the TnG barrier, although after checking later, I was really cleared but didn’t know it. That was only the beginning.

After squeezing in, and changing trains at KL Sentral, I queued up and expected things to be OK as the LED display proclaimed train frequencies at 3m 44s. I was 9 mins before the next one came, and even though I was 6^th in line, I couldn’t force my way in. I managed on the next train through, about 4 mins later, but it was so crammed I was basically doing a salsa to this lady next to me. Had to forcefully focus on other things as my body parts attempted to betray me as I had a growing erection. By the time I arrived, I was sweaty and tired. Sat down for breakfast, and finally started work at 9.25, about 1 hour later than I usually came in, despite leaving the house about 10 mins earlier.

Learnings: Our public transportation design in the Klang Valley is meant for the poor, downtrodden, salt of the earth population who cant afford to buy a car. I would never ask my wife, or indeed any ladies, to take the LRT during peak hours anymore.