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Welcome to <\/b><\/span>Stomping Ground<\/b><\/span><\/a><\/span> – a space where Stompers share reflections, personal essays and social commentaries that spark conversation and insight.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n At Stomp, we receive all sorts of contributions, from the serious<\/a><\/span> and impactful<\/a><\/span> to the incoherent and downright unusable.<\/p>\n Of late, we have even noticed those clearly generated by ChatGPT (yes, we can tell).<\/p>\n Then, once in a while, comes a submission so distinctive and engaging that we just have to publish it verbatim.<\/p>\n Stomper AA<\/b><\/span> penned the following narrative about a woman known as “The Great MRT Door Blocker”.<\/p>\n “Every morning at both Yishun and Jurong East MRT stations, there is a kiasu aunty who believes in one rule: stand closest to the door, no matter what.<\/p>\n “Before the train even arrives, she plants herself right in front of the doors, arms crossed, eyes sharp, like she is guarding treasure.<\/p>\n “When the MRT train stops, the doors slide open \u2014 but nobody can get out.<\/p>\n “The aunty stands firm, unmoving, blocking aunties, uncles and office workers trying to exit. People squeeze, sigh and say “excuse me,” but she only steps aside half a centimetre, afraid someone might steal her spot.<\/p>\n “Only after everyone has finally pushed past her does she rush in first, victorious. She finds a seat, sits down proudly and smiles.<\/p>\n “Another successful morning for the kiasu aunty, while the rest of the carriage shake their heads and learn, once again, that patience doesn’t always arrive before the train.”<\/p>\n Have your say on Stomping Ground! Write to us at stomp@sph.com.sg or WhatsApp 9384 3761.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n
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