just now, i took cab, drop off at a shopping centre, this Indian FT, I know he FT from the way he dress, shirt, pants and kiddish backpack - those cartoon character school bag that even a primary 5 boy won't carry, wanted to get my cab, he yaya...instead of waiting at the taxi queue, he saw me alighting and ran towards my cab, but taxi uncle sped off, bo hiu him...FT look damm malu...i laughed inwardly...
my day is made by a fellow sinkie who risked being complained to reject a FT.
my day is made by a fellow sinkie who risked being complained to reject a FT.