Walked around TM cause i was early for work. I need to buy pants for orientation. Black, 3/4, baggy pants. So i went to ask around at the interchange shops. I got one pair from CK. Can't try, though. Bought Elle magazine cause i like the cover-RED!
1pm. Went for work.
I went to the bank. Last time. YAY! It was raining. Never mind. I just walked through the drizzle. Long queue again. Wait, wait, wait. They didn't have coins anymore, so i changed the fifty dollar note to five dollar notes.
I was waiting for the traffic light at the road leading back to Century Square. The green man appeared, and everyone moved. I could see everyone on the opposite crossing the road except for a middle-aged woman. She had short hair and looked like your typical auntie. She looked flustered. Apparently i was the first to reach the other side of the road. The woman suddenly 'attacked' me.
Woman: Excuse me. (She was bringing her arms around me but not touching me yet.)
Me: Yes? (Ok. Road directions, yeah?)
Woman: Canyoulendmetendollarsineeditformyfatherihavenomoneycanyouhelpme
No typo error. She was babbling strings of sentences and this is what i barely heard.
Me(shocked): Sorry. (And i made to leave.)
Then she started grabbing my arms and pleading me. I was so oh my god. I had to push my way past her. I quickly walked away. Looking back, i saw her stopping other people. Oh my god. I didn't know why this happened. There are three possibilities:
1. She's really in need for money.
2. She's a con.
3. She's bonkers.
I don't think she's the last two options. But I couldn't help her even if i wanted. I had no cash.
So i went back to the shop.
Nothing interesting happened. We chatted about ghosts.
Went for break. Walked in circles at Isetan. I love GOLD.
Now i know they don't deduct salary for being late, for unconfirmed staff. Phew.
Ran errands for Foon. Bought her sausages from Cold Storage. I got a McFlurry for myself. So i sat there, shook my leg, and ate.
Shi Yng went home early. We closed shop at 10pm.
Time flies when you aren't enjoying yourself.
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