Dave Fisherman's Rubbish Bin

Today, I was so hungry that I had to squeeze into the canteen at noon, I usually go slightly after 1pm to avoid the crowd. The queue here is damn freaking long and messy. The queues for different stores are inter-winded and they basically form a humongous clump of people standing around hungry and in daze.

I decided to have mixed rice today, so I walked to the queue and try to trace the end of the queue. Managed to find the end, so i tapped the last guy in the queue and asked if he was queuing for rice. He just gave me a nod, so I happily stood behind him.

As I look down on the floor and feel my stomach growling, I felt my butt kena rammed by what seem like another body. I turn around and a mainlander girl gave me a cold stare. She then points to the end of another line without saying anything... It seemed that I had not gone to the real "end of the line". I quickly put up my hand and apologised and join the "real end of line".

So, where's the harassment? you asked. I think that mainlander girl could had done better by tapping my shoulder and tell me where's the end of the queue. The ramming of body, cold stare and finger pointing could had been saved. These gestures might seem small, but I really think they contribute to make this society more gracious. Agree? or Maybe its just me being whiny after kena rammed by an elephant. :X