Weather-proof.

I was guilty of not taking the MRT today due to my busy schedule.
I hailed a cab and I saw these peculiar things.



My civic-minded mind yelled in my head --
"Oh no ... poor passenger must have left her make-up pouch at the back of the seats!"

My ever so-observant eyes yelled back --
"Utter rubbish! Those are not make-up pouches. They are pot-pourri bags to soothe the customers during their rides."

My very sensitive nose interjected --
"How come I'm not sneezing? You know how sensitive I am to minor changes in the smell of any environment, don't choo? Naaah ... not pot-pourri. Now be quiet you two I'm running late."


My usually loud-mouth mouth uttered a small sound --
"What a clever idea to help the society. You have plastic bags in two nice bags for your passengers to use to keep their wet brolleys!"


The proud yet humble cab driver spoke --
"I just do not want my seats to be wet in this weather."


My two tone-deaf ears queried --
"Am I hearing things?"

My pining heart beseeched --
"Stop pretending."