Hanging out at T3

Back from a flight recently.

Landed at T3.

“Good,” I thought, “since the food on board was so crappy that I declined the meal, I’ll go to B2 foodcourt for my mee pok.”

When I got there – there was no place to sit.

This was September 26, a Saturday evening at about 10pm.

Half of Singapore was there.

The place was packed with people – entire families stuffing their faces, giggling teenagers not eating but only drinking and occupying several tables, couples gazing dreamily into each other’s eyes while groping each other in public (Get a room!).

I reckon 99.9% of the people there had nothing to do with air travel.

What does it say about a country whose population spends Saturday evening at the airport?

I was speechless.

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