There’s no time to be timid.
When faced with a packed — and I mean “I envy sardines”-jam packed — subway car at rush hour, there is a temptation to hang back and wait for the next car. But the next car will be just as full, and the next car, and the next… You’ll end up being that weirdo standing on the platform for an hour, and mothers will hold-hide their children from you.
You’ve got to confidently claim that spot on the crowded car, even if the pushy, elderly man behind you wants it too. YOU WERE THERE FIRST, and you have just as much a right to get home as he does. Same goes with getting off at your stop. Gently pushing is an unspoken language here, and if you aren’t willing to “communicate” your need to get out of the car, you’ll be riding the rails all the way to mainland China.
The MTR has made me a lot less afraid to just dive in and GET IT.