Those who know me can all agree that I’m a bit of a klutz. Yes I’m the person who can trip over their own feet even when walking on a flat road and I have the scars on my legs to show for it.
Once, I appeared late for a dinner appointment with friends as I had dropped my phone into the MRT tracks, they didn’t doubt for a second that I was telling the truth.
While boarding the train en route to my dinner, I was bumped on the shoulder by someone exiting. My mobile phone slipped from my hands and spun its way into that narrow gap that separates the MRT and station floors.
Perhaps I’m a magnet for such situations, but my phone is not the first of my belongings to fall victim to that narrow MRT track gap.
A couple of years prior, I managed to walk at such an angle that my single strap Birkenstocks slipped off one of my feet and onto the MRT tracks.
The friends I was with then were in as much disbelief as I was, and we all broke out into hysterical laughter at how ridiculous the situation was.
