Oops!

So I was sick. All I wanted to do was get home to my bed. I was at the MRT (local train) and was a bit confused where I needed to go to get on the right train. I took an educated guess, noticing a train was about to depart I gathered up my fleeting strength and ran for it. I arrived just as the doors were closing. I was hot, sweaty, sick but inside the air conditioning of the MRT. As I collected my thoughts, holding onto the handrail, I surveyed my surroundings.
“Seems to be many professional women on this train. Cell phones, business suits give these women a sophisticated look. Man, I am really tall. I can see all the way down the train car. Wow, there are a lot of women on this train. There’s an old guy…wait a minute, there is only one old guy. Where are all the men? Should I ask someone? Why are those women staring at me?”
Well, I am pretty handsome to look at and anyways I didn’t care. I was on my way home but the next day I found out I accidentally boarded the “women’s only” train car. Only men escorting women, old men or married men can board, but it’s very unusual. Oops!