I woke up at 3 pm this afternoon as Shao Mei called my house phone. I slept around 3 am last night and am in holiday mode, so don't mind me. We planned to go to the Post Office to send mail and check the post box. Shao Mei told me it was a THURSDAY today! So I thought that we had time to get ready and reach there before the post office closes.
We had like a horrible time looking for parking. One of the parking toll broke down, that was traumatic. Then we had to do a couple of rounds around Bandar just to find parking.
When we finally walked over to the post office, we found that it was closed. We were confused and Shao Mei checked her phone and realised that today is actually FRIDAY!
Shao Mei, you can be so bimbotic sometimes, and I can be so bimbotic as well for listening to you and not checking my calender, haha.
After that whole debacle, we went to KFC because I haven't had breakfast and lunch (because I was playing Sleeping Beauty). On the way out of the post office, Shao Mei cut her hand on a thorny shrub, and there was this red suicide-look-alike cut on her arm.
So at KFC, Shao Mei wanted an ice cube to rub on her cut. So I asked the guy behind the counter for a single cube of ice after making my order of the usual Popcorn Chicken. This was followed by giggling as it was kind of weird to ask for a cube of ice. The guy was cool about it and just scooped up a whole lot of ice into a cup and gave that to us. We only needed one. This was followed by giggling again.
So we had to wait for the Popcorn Chicken and we sat down somewhere. Then another KFC guy brought my Popcorn Chicken and placed it on our table. There was this weird vibe coming off this guy as he was totally quiet and was standing there for a little while.
I was looking up at him and gave a is-there-a-problem look. Then he was saying that the other KFC guy (the one who took our order earlier, I'm guessing) was asking if he could have my number.
EW.
It's bad enough a soldier hit on me a few days ago. And it's so lame to send another guy to do your dirty work. Do I have this hidden biological magnet where I attract lame losers who have nothing better to do than to hit on innocent girls or send their acquaintances to do it?
Well, in my mind I was going, 'Not in this lifetime.' But I didn't say that aloud, I'm just too nice. Again putting my you-are-so-god-damn-annoying-but-I'll-just-play-nice smile, I said, 'Oh, no, I don't have any number.' The guy was like so prepared to take down my number already as he has like a pen and paper in his hands.
You have to be freaking kidding me.
So after I said that, the guy was nodding, understanding and all (probably used to it already), and went back behind the counter. After another fit of giggles with Shao Mei, we left KFC.
Maybe I should just copy and paste what I wrote about the soldier in my previous entry...
I wonder how often that lonely, desperate soldier worker (What do we call them? Not waiter, not salesperson?) cries himself to sleep because he's not married and he is nowhere close to getting a girl friend (check that's not 'girlfriend', but a friend who happens to be of the opposite sex). Or maybe he is just a poor soldier worker that hasn't come out of the closet yet and hits on innocent girls to over compensate for his lack of interest in them, i.e. he's gay and is in love with his buddy in the security booth behind the counter but is too shy to show his true feelings.
Again, EW.
