Well, with some much hoo-hah over someone painting some roads in Singapore with the words “My grandfather road” et al, I came across one woman and her young daughter/charge who behaved as though a row of tables in a food court was her grandfather’s!
Yesterday afternoon, mum, me, my sister D, her helper E and mum’s Picky went to Bugis Junction’s basement 1 to eat lunch at Punggol Nasi Padang.
B1 “food court” as everyone knows has several cafes, most with its own dedicated seating area and woe betide the hapless customer who wanders into a seating area with food from a rival cafe
So, my group was quite surprised by this woman and her young daughter sitting in the innermost row of 3 tables belonging to Punggol (six seats in all) facing the Korean finger food stall. Their backs faced the nasi padang customers; they had no food or drinks; the woman was continuously on her mobile while her child was drawing or colouring sheets of paper.
Between them, they had taken up two of the three tables and altho four seats were unoccupied, it was damn difficult to access them, given the tight space and only one vacant table space.
Actually, three young adults did try, squeezing into the vacant seats with their lunch but because the woman made no move to vacate the tables they were occupying, they beat a hasty retreat once other tables became vacant!
The woman just continued on her mobile and her child her drawing…
I remarked about the “phenomenon” in loud Chinese. My sister told me to mind my own business. My mum said perhaps the lady was waiting for friends.
“Come on, mum,” I said. “She’s here be4 us and we are about to finish.. she’s still here..”
We finished and left.
But I continue to wonder at the tolerance of the people who run Punggol. I wonder at the temerity,selfishness of the woman. I wonder if she’s local or foreign. Perhaps she’s indeed waiting for someone. Perhaps she’s a regular big-spender customer. Or perhaps it’s really her grandfather table