Jelly Legs

Jelly Legs

Not long ago, I wrote about all the phobias I think I have. Yup, my idiocyncracies are plenty, and they manifest themselves in many ways. But as age catches up with me, I think I am becoming more and more moronic.

Case taken in point...
Last night I went to have dinner with the hubby and kids at the airport(Yea..great bonding time lately). We took the bus down to T1 and took the shuttle to T2. Had a nice dinner with the kids talking endlessly.

So far, so good.
Now of course...if I go to the airport, no trip there would be complete without without a visit to my most favourite shop...Candy Empire! But it was getting late, and T3 is on the other side of the road. I was contemplating whether or not to top up my supplies of Cadbury Flakes.

Apparently, Zarifah has friends who has shown her 'short-cuts' (Aha! My girl has been gallavanting huh?!!!) Anyway, I was told that the shortest route from T2 to T3 is to use the MRT station and "cross the bridge".

How bad can crossing the bridge be right? After all, I have been on overhead bridges often. Tat! Wrong answer. Not if that bridge is made of glass!

Those of you who have been to the Changi Airport MRT would have seen the transluscent glass floor. The ride down the escalator had already made me dizzy, and goose bumps were forming on my arms.

Then came the MISTAKE!.
My first step onto the glass floor was between the rubbery material and the hard glass. How do I describe the sensation? Immediately, all the senses went on high alert, and the legs turned to jelly. Instinctively, I gripped my hubby's hand.

I think I told you that my reaction to fear or pain will be to burst out laughing. So I must have been quite a sight. A hyper giggly 'auntie' who looked as if she had been high after sniffing glue.

I could not walk straight...( the Malays call it 'kengkang')and swaying left and right. Hey, the floor seemed so unsteady...I could not stop laughing...and had tears streaming down my face. So a 10 minute walk seemed like an eternity. I was drunk with fear! (much to the amusement of my kids)

So thank you very much...
The next time I decide to cross over from T2 to T3, I shall take the bus.
In the meantime, can someone help me?