My Hungry Adventures

I expected to be in school for an hour but ended up there till 8pm. I figured I'd scurry on home for dinner, despite being a wee bit hungry.

I decided to wait for 10 at the interchange, a change from my recent habit of walking far out where I have the option of 3 buses to ferry me to Harbourfront. The bus driver was walking about in the bus, cleaning up, taking his own sweet time. "Is it leaving or is he parking??" After eons, he turns the lights off and walks out. Bugger. I wait a little more then taking a few careful glances backward, I start toward the other busstop. And then! Suddenly the bus is already on its way to picking passengers. HOW THE HELL?! I swear, it always happens.

I rush back and get on the bus. Third time I'm watching the same bloody episode of My Sassy Neighbour. With 1 good actress and 50 irritants. 5minutes later I get ridiculously hungry.

10mins later, I get a reply to an earlier msg, now she's up for having dinner with me. I've left school and I can't be arsed to wait around at Harbourfront for her. She is not a punctual soul. Blast.

I finally get to Harbourfront, where the hunger is really killing me. Hunger rarely gets me in a mood, but this time I was pretty damn grumpy. I'm glad I was alone.

I go up to Carl's Jr which I figure is the only place that can get something really filling in me... But hey, it's Friday and there are like 5000 people in Vivocity. Of course, there has to be a queue at Carl's Jr.

Grumpily I make my way to the foodcourt.

Someone calls my name. Don't recognise him. Oh, someone I've spoken to before. Great time to bump into me! He looks abit nervous and like he gets the feeling I don't want to talk. I don't. But I thought my acting was quite good. I was too damn hungry and would readily have excused myself in a flash had he been someone more familiar. But no, situation calls for politeness. He allows me to go and I rush along, ignoring that it might have been quite insulting to him.

I get food from the Western stall. 1 or 2 weirdos trying some brush-up tactics. Food takes ages. I finally get eating, with this other lady who asked to share the table. I go up to get a drink, and when I come back, TADAH, the bloody cleaner has taken away my food. And this lady, just sat there and let him. Monkey.

I didn't bother to say anything because I would've ruined her day, n no way my food would come back to me. So I sulkily drink up my lemon barley, give her a lovely smile as she thankfully bids me, her table-sharing dinnerbuddy, farewell. Hand my empty cup to the cleaner who is thrilled that someone has acknowledged his presence. Dammit. No one will even let me get angry at them!

I am now thrilled to be on my way back home. But I get stopped by a teenager trying to do charity. Fine, 5 mins I will listen to make him feel better. Ask for $2 and its yours. Aim higher and I'm broke. He starts doing their ridiculous speech, where you understand nothing. Thought process:

"Ignore.Ignore.Ignore. How much?"

Then this old man comes along and does a similar speech, interrupting this boy in the process, saying something about some charity, 'too pretty', 'this boy', 'I must' and ends off with "Now you must shake my hand." What?

I frown at him and just stare. Who the hell is this? Why does he look familiar? Is he competing with this boy's fundraising efforts?

Oh. No. He's from the same organisation. He makes me shake hands with each of them and then asks me to continue with the boy. Uhm, what? Seemed like a pervert move to me. He added nothing positive to the exchange.

The boy bargains and tries to lower his price but a bad day it was.

A man walks into the train, shouting into his phone. He's going to 'fac' and not 'fax' his documents and he repeats it, literally at least 15times.

Please shut up.

Then he starts making these weird sounds. No way.... Oh yes it was. There he is, in the train, with people facing him, digging his teeth with his bare fingers, complete with salivary sound effects.

Brilliant.