On The Bus... #8 or The Pissing Dog

There was a boy, probably in his late teens, wanting to get off the bus. When the bus reached the bus-stop, there he stood, by the door, waiting to tap his card.

You and me, we just reach into our pockets fish our cards out, and tap our cards.

Him, he had his card in his trouser pocket, and he raised his leg to tap his card at the machine.

Talk about a Uniquely Singaporean experience.

No prizes for guessing how the boy looked like.