Rain-Induced Food Squeeze

Rain, it has been coming down in the buckets of late. And people don't like the downpour. It's like a disease or an infection when droplets hits clothes and people start to shriek at the fear of melting away into gullyholes and drains. Especially well-dressed, well-heeled (literally) folks of the city.

I experienced my first excursion into Raffles Place at lunchtime during storm time on Monday. It was a step into madness. To avoid the rain, the office crowd succumbs to the underground. Raffles Place MRT links 6-7 high-rise buildings filled with thousands of office type who get hungry at about the same time each day. The difference on a rainy day is that not a lot of them choose to venture into the wet. That means they scurry into the artificially-lit tunnels that conveniently connect their buildings to the maze of makan places built like burrows in the walls of a bee's hive. There are so many people who need to be fed. And they queue for sustenance. The human lines on Monday were horrendously long. Everywhere, from Sushi Tei to Burger King to Soup Spoon, people were waiting, patient or not.

I walked around for 15mins, then queued for another 15mins for hurriedly served nasi padang. I tarpau-ed and went back to the office to wallow in my trauma.

Yeah, I know should have a taken a picture.