My kind of commute

Mama made my favourite fried rice today and kindly sent it over to our home. As we were trekking (sun's been merciless) to the bus stop so she could get a ride to the MRT station, a bus arrived and Mama wanted to make a run for it. So there we were, 2 hobbits under a small excuse for an umbrella -- running for a double decker bus.

Now normally, most bystanders or others waiting for their own bus arrival will either be 1) Looking down at their phones, or 2) Will mind their own business and just let your luck/karma dictate if the bus driver waits for you.

To my surprise, at least 3 people waved at, stood up from their seats and even moved closer towards the front of the bus to alert the bus driver of our best attempt at an Olympian dash -- what must have looked to them like a battle scene from The Little Rascals.

Extremely kind, extremely surprising and extremely appreciated.