A friend got himself very misunderstood recently. One day, he worked till rather late, and went to do some retail therapy at Mustafa. A place that's, in my opinion, an Uniquely Singaporean experience. That peculiar smell and the endless range of useless household wares in the store will just excite any tourist. You see, this is not the wierd part.
He forgotten about the time and left at 11pm. Living at Pasir Ris, in the eastern end of our sunny island, he gathered he can save some time and hassle of changing mutiple train lines, so he decided to take the North-East Line to the north-eastern suburb of Punggol, and to take a 10min taxi ride home. But as you all know, Punggol, on a Tuesday late night, at 15min to midnight, is a virtual ghost town.
There's not a single cab in sight at the train station, and my poor friend only managed to get a cab at 12midnight, the perfect time for Singapore taxis to start operating again as they can impose the obnoxious midnight charge.
The taxi driver stared at him for few seconds and remarked if he's a tourist that lost his way. Not surprisingly, given that he's wearing his usual Japanese-inspired business attire, carrying a Mustafa shopping bag, and requesting the taxi "uncle" (in Singapore, we call all male taxi drivers "uncle" even though we have the faintest family relationship) to drive him to a ridiculous destination (it's pretty strange to travel from the North-eastern end to the Eastern end of the island on a Tuesday night).
Poor thing. Life's really a sponge when everything doesn't turn out as expected.
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