The Digger

Yesterday was at the hawker centre for my Executive set lunch, which is a bowl of Yong Tau Foo and a cup of kopi-o. There are fifty plus stalls in this hawker centre and I only patronise less than five of them for the last six years. But other than this hawker centre, I rarely eat anywhere else. I am so loyal to them that they wanted to include me in their Annual Dinner and Dance guest list, which is the Seven Month Ghost Festival celebration ..

Anyway I was waiting for the food when this lady asked to share the table. This woman looks like someone in her forties, is quite elegantly dressed and probably working in a office nearby. As we were waiting, a sudden whiff of pungent sambal chilli swept through the entire hawker centre. Like a sarin attack, most got choked by the spice power and either coughed or sneezed. The lady sharing the table was no exception. She sneezed so loudly that I thought the table was going to be blown away. The good news was that she had a tissue paper covering her nose. But the bad news was, she blew her nose onto the tissue paper, then later examine what she blew out! Yucks! I was very tempted to ask her what she was expecting to find on that tissue paper! And I realise there are many who enjoy looking at what they blow out from the nose. Next time see if you do that also. If you have that strange habit, you are probably one of those whackos who sits on the toilet bowl and stands up at intervals to look at what you have contributed.

But the lady continued to ruin my appetite by using her pinky to dig her nose. I was hoping she would get a heart attack so I could freeze her and display this specimen in the museum of bad manners. Sigh .... despite all the good things said about this country, good economic growth, good government, good living environment etc, we still have little pockets of un-cultured and uncouth people around. But what to do, it's a hawker centre what ...