The Hundred Butts

This morning I rubbed a hundred butts, twenty groins, ten dozen shoulders, and a tailbone or two. I got stuck in a mob.

Imagine going up a flight of stairs and then people stopped moving in front of you and then people began to build up from behind, and you can't go forward nor backward. There's no escape (unless you've decided to crawl over their heads). At first there were looks of confusion, thoughts of escape, and eventually, chaos.

People began pushing from all sides; Some trying to go up, some going down, some wants to cross the stairs, and some... Well, they just want to rub with everyone. They began to shout, apprehension and panic was everywhere, and a girl lost her slippers. Even I was getting panicky, "Oh noes, I'm going to be late!".

All you can do is stand there and let the waves of people push you somewhere, hoping that you'll be moved towards your destination. It was getting hot, stinky, and very noisy as panic turned into anger and people were now shouting, "What the heck's going on here?!". @__@;;

I'm thankful for the woman with a mole on her upper lip and was whining in full English. She was so strong ang aggressive, that she somehow threw me inside the gate towards the train station. I'm free!! And I ran away from the craziness, away from the man-made sauna bath, and the glorious event of which we call, Rush Hour.