27 Sep '13, 2pm
The rear seat belt conundrum
I was a passenger in a car the other day with three of my friends. I got in the back, and very matter-of-factly, reached for the seat belt, pulled it across my chest, slid it into the buckle and sat back. Hardly a couple of seconds had passed before I was aware of an incredulous stare burning in my direction. My back seat companion was looking at me; mouth agape, squint-eyed and an inquisitive frown on his face, as if I’d suddenly sprouted a Pinocchio nose and a third eye. “Seriously?” he inquired, frowning harder as if to study more thoroughly this being from outer space. Instantly becoming self-aware, I hurriedly glanced about my person, wondering what I’d done that was so weird as to earn such a reaction. A mocking smile slowly formed on his lips. “Back seat you still want to wear seat belt ah?” he bellowed condescendingly, saving me from my brief confusion, but not, pe...