In an over-crowded kopitiam, I was having a hard time deciding what to eat.
Ipoh hor fun - curry mein - ipohorfun- kaleimein- eppohhorfen - kalimein.. my mind was exploding, resulting a constipated look on my usually ceria face.
Suddenly I heard, "Do you want to sit with us?"
Huh? Huh? Why? Why? I blinked and realised, an old lady with another three equally old ladies had offered a seat. I think I had stood there a while, looking as though I was without a place to sit, with an agitated face.
I declined politely, explaining that my son has reserved a seat for me next to the handsome man who happens to be my husband.
And I proceeded to decide on Assam Laksa in a much happier mood.
Just awhile ago, as I stepped out from the toilet cubicle, another lady looked at my reflection on the mirror and complimented on my dress.
"This old rag?! Oooh...it's soooo last season!" I waved off the comment.
Hahah! Of course I didn't say that!......
I think I was so pleasantly surprised that I blushed a lil.
Ahhh.. random 'niceties' from two total strangers. That's too much! Makes me wanna donate a kidney or something..