So I was about to sit down at the LRT station next to this lady who was leaning on one hand even though she was sitting down. I didn't think it was weird that she was leaning a little towards the position I wanted to sit at.
That was till I sat down and realised why she was leaning to one side. It sounded like cloth being ripped slowly. It was a slow and nasty fart.
I had just sat down. She had just broke wind. I held my breath as I desperately tried to think of what I should do.
The more I thought, the more I realised I was trapped. I could no longer get up just after I sat down because it would embarrass her. I held on to my breath desperately hoping the LRT would arrive and I had an excuse to stand. But it didn't. And my lungs were burning. I had to do the unthinkable.
Slowly, I took a shallow breath. I needed the air, but the tiny bit I inhaled contained a rancid smell. The air was still and the air around me was stale. I took a second breath, slightly deeper, and nausea started to overcome me.
By the third time I took a breath, I was ready to be called home away from this cruel earth. I knew I could take no more, so I got up and walled to the opposite side of the platform, hoping that the LRT would arrive and no one would find the only person walking across the station weird.
The announcement came on that the LRT was arriving. I was relieved. Till I realised it was the LRT on the side of the platform I had moved away from that was arriving.
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