Wednesday, June 08, 2005

quickie while me and my rumbling, tempestous tummy wait for the love to come so we can eat ba zhang, or dumplings together. something got on my tits today, as does every other day. but when it involves extra legwork on top of a day of walking...it really isn't pleasant. to cut the story short because, well, that's how quickies are, i was out with my aunt today for a spot of lunch, shopping and catching up. cut to end of the day, when we were on our way back to the car which was parked at the four seasons which, may be a little far but fine with me. we spotted zara from across the road and she thought i might be able to get something from there and up the flight of stairs we went. the moment we stepped into the store, the censors went off. the security guard, which i've always thought redundant, took a look see into the large Topshop plastic bag i was holding, only to find that one of those grey sensor tags stil attached to a zip inside. the counter girls at zara were nice but firm in insisting they couldn't remove the tag for us even though they used the same tags. point taken. the thing that got on my tits was indeed having to make the extra trip back to wisma's topshop and wasting time because of the counter girl's slip. what clinched the deal of the most puzzling, annoying thing of the week was actually thinking the girl did it on purpose. this isn't my neuroses and general mistrust of people at work, this revelation is actually founded. coincidence of coincidences, my friend was working at topshop that day, which always seems to happen whenever i'm with my aunt AND buying bags. but that's aside the point. said friend's presence ensures getting a 30% discount on my purchases but she had to leave and i was not done browsing so she left the bag at the counter, reminding a colleague of hers to give me a discount. i got to the counter to ring up the purchases and i was all nice and smiley like i usually am to counter girls because shopping = endorphins = smiles. see the nice chain reaction there? well she returned my nice, genuine smiles with strange, puzzled looks and in retrospect, i might not have been bestowed with such looks had i said 'thanks yo, biatch'. yet when we came back to get the tag removed specifically by that girl, she was all smiles and daisies. now, how do you explain that?

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