Scenes from everyday MRT commute:
(Chubby lady #1 squeezes herself in the last remaining space the size of a postage stamp. She barely fits, yet still pulls her companion inside the train with her.)
Chubby lady #1: Dali, pasok, kasya ka pa! (Chubby lady #2 tries to enter, but only her right leg and shoulder gets in)
Chubby lady #2: Sure ka? Hindi na, o!
Chubby lady #1: Oo naman, bilis! (Tries to move further inside train, but hits a wall of unmoving bodies – bodies that can no longer move however badly they want to! Whistle sounds.)
Guard: Miss, hindi na kayo kasya kahit ano gawin nyo!
(Chubby Lady #1 finally gives up and both ladies step back onto the platform. Yours truly quickly hops into the space vacated by the ladies. My much thinner frame fits, but barely.)
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Another MRT evening:
Platform filled almost to capacity. Train pulls in, stops, and a horde of ladies converge through a 2 1/2 foot-wide opening. I give up and stand still on the platform, seeing that there’s no more space inside. The next thing I know, I am inside – and quite a way inside, not merely by the door! Someone from the back gave a mighty push that allowed around 5 people to get in before the doors closed. Said one lady: “Sino yun? Ang lakas, ah!” Laughter all around.
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And yet another evening:
Guadalupe station – Crowd of ladies rush in. One tried to squeeze herself between another lady and the door. Lady #2 wasn’t happy about it since there wasn’t much room so she pushed out Lady #1 – and quite hard! Lady #1 tried to squeeze in again, but was pushed out once more. Once she got her bearing on the platform, a screaming match ensued, consisting of these statements: “Mag-taxi ka kung ayaw mong masiksik!” ”Ikaw ang mag-taxi!” “Mag-taksi ka!” ”Ikaw ang mag-taxi!” Over and over, until mercifully, the doors closed.
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Lastly…I got my second “MRT injury” last night. I have a 3-inch scratch on the inside of my right arm. Someone again tried to do the impossible and scraped my arm with something she was carrying. My previous injury was a very painful bruise. Someone in stillettos stepped on my flipflop-shod foot. Ouch!
If only the MRT would be like the Weasleys’ Ford Anglia or the Ministry of Magic’s cars.


