...MRT Mushrooms

Stairs, two flights of them to reach the platform. The sound of shoes stomping on the platform greeted my accession. I was running late this morning. Usually at times like this “Murphy’s Law” applies, I needed to pee. Yes! Here am I rushing my ass off to catch the next train to work, my bladder decides a detour. To make matters worse, it is unusually crowded today, people were seen rushing to board the next train to the city.

I quickened my pace to the nearest toilet, actually it’s the only toilet. Having traveled to many places, I always draw comparison with efficient transport hubs like Tokyo’s Shinjuku Station or even Lee’s Incorporated (Singapore) MRT Station. Sadly, our facilities truly paled in comparison.

Damp, the air tinged with uric, I placed myself strategically over the cubicle. I unzipped hurriedly, with my bladder doing most of the thinking.There was another guy standing next to me. He looked tired although from his appearance and demeanor, he is barely in his thirties . His body smartly dressed in a long sleeved white shirt, a sign of the working class, leaned wearily against the cubicle with his shoulders weighed down on both sides. I can’t help but to notice that this guy has the smallest dick I have ever seen, barely noticeable apart from the stream of water that seems to gush out from a hole on his body.

It makes me wonder why Men since the beginning of Time compares and comment on the size of a Women’s breast, yet we hear so little from the fairer sex on the size of the phallus?