I left the office early today, so that I could meet an ERP solution supplier at an exhibition at Suntec City. I was there about 30 minutes before they closed the exhibition at 5.30pm. Managed to talked to their boss and get a estimated quotation for the project.
After that, I bought a PS/2-to-USB connector for the Chinatown Point which has a spoilt PS/2 port on the cashier PC. I reached Chinatown Point at about 7pm, and managed to set up the connector with good result. It was great.
I was hungry.
And I had been craving for KFC for a few days, since Dewi and I took wedding photos at the studio last weekend. Heh heh. I almost had KFC 2 days ago, while Dewi wanted something else for dinner in Bishan.
And so, I tore the discount coupon and paid $4.50 for 1 piece of chicken thigh, 1 piece of chicken breast meat, 1 cup of mashed potato, and 1 cup of Mountain Dew. This is the People’s Park Complex KFC.
I was alone. I looked for empty table. One is available with 4 empty seats, but full of left-over on the table. I pushed the left-over to one side, and sat on the seat next to the wall. This table is at the entrance. While I was enjoying the chicken thigh and reading Reader’s Digest (thanks, Fern), a guy came to take the left-over mashed potato. I was surprised, thinking that I could have had occupied his seat. I asked him if that was his table. He did not answer. He took the mashed potato and ate it near the rubbish and tray area within the KFC premises. It was not his table. I observed him from the corner of my eyes. He was walking around, looking for left-over that is still edible. He is a Chinese guy, about 35. He looked decent with clean attire. He did not disturb the diners.
I continued with the chicken breast meat and Reader’s Digest. Suddenly, he sat next to me. He did not utter a word to me at all. Some KFC staffs gave signal to him, when they had left-over that were ‘okay’ to be consumed. Eventually, before I left, he had managed to have more mashed potato, chicken meat and soft drink. All the time, while he was sitting next to me, we did not exchange words. I was trying to enjoy the chicken meat (yummy!) and Reader’s Digest. But I did feel awkward a bit. Luckily, he did not have his eyes on my meal. It was quite okay for me as he did not invade my meal territory.
Finally, I said this to him “Excuse me…”, left the table, washed my hands at the basin and took MRT to go home.
*sigh*
Dear Dewi, I should not have had KFC by myself, alone.