One good turn deserves another

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

There's this little shop we like to go to that sells Jap food.

It's not exactly kicka$$ Jap food, but this also means that the price doesn't get our a$$es kicked either.

The thing is you could feel from the quaint little place that it was run by a family who probably lived above the cafe-style place as well.

(This is abit random but I always felt that they should have bought better chairs.)

Anyway, Des and I loved taking this seat by the window. No great view since it was on the ground floor. In fact, sometimes while slurping my Udon noodles, I look up and ralised that there is a group of people staring uncomfortably at me.

You know how Singaporeans are like. They seen the menu displayed outside the shop but aren't really convinced whether they should eat at the place or not, so the motto kicks in: When in doubt, stare.

Yes. Stare... at the poor guinea pigs eating their food. Check out what they are eating and the look on their faces to determine whether or not the food quality is good.

Not accurate if you look at me. My mum always says you can feed the sh*ttiest food in the world to me and I can make it look like it's edible... as long as it's not vegetarian. I have a phobia of pure plain vegetarian after a few jelly-leg related incidents.

One thing that struck me the most was ths one incident when we had finished, made payment and left the place.

Just as we pushed the heavy glass doors to get out of the place, this 2 ladies made their way in.

Des walked in front because he needed to light up and I followed behind him, holding the door open for the 2 ladies.

They smiled and said thanks as they quickly got in.

It was only after we actually reached home when we realised with horror that Mr Too Eager to Smoke left his hp back at the cafe.

As per natural reaction, I bombed it.

No one answered. It's supposed to be a good thing because it meant that no one had noticed the phone there yet. Or rather, whoever found it may be busy making phone calls on it.

I have a friend whose stolen handphone actually chalked up bills for calls to Nigeria!!!

Finally a lady picked up. I was thinking that it might be the Lady Boss of the place. The one whose permed hair kinda resembled the lady owner in Stephen Chow's movie, Kung Fu Hustle.

(Des did once suggested that I change my hair to resemble hers.)

Don't know who I'm talking about?....










Now you do.

Ok lah, but Lady Boss hair wasn't that jialat. It's just short and curled in an 'artificial' way.

It wasn't Lady Boss but another customer who was sitting at the same place we were. Apparently they pretended to ignore the phone's existence but because of persistent (read: irritating) ringing, courtesy of Cindy Lim, they decided to pick up.

And they told me that they only picked it up because it was ringing non-stop from the same number so they assumed it is the owner of the phone.

I shouted a YES very loudly and they said they'd wait for me and Des to come back to pick it up.

Lo and behold, as the car reached the place (it was right beside the road), and we wind down the window to receive the darling little E71 back, only to realise it was from the very same two ladies that I kept the door open for when we left!!!

So you see, my dear friends, one good turn deserves another and in this little totally unexpected incident, you get a taste of what it really means. They recognised us instantly as the people who had left right before them and without hesitation, returned the phone to us.

Totally unrelated but please let me say this. You see lah! I ask you don't leave your phone on the window sill liao! Still go put! You see lahh!! Here comes the most irritating part: I TOLD YOU SO!!!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:41 PM