Yesterday, my dad was on the MRT at around 4pm. The train was packed.
He got whacked in the face and stomach – supposedly accidental – prompting him to wonder to my mother why the MRT was packed at non-peak hour.
After he got off the MRT and was crossing the road to get the car, he was talking about how wonderful it was to be in safe Singapore. In other countries, they’d be pickpocketed.
And at that very moment, he felt for his pockets and realised that his mobile phone had been taken.