- Got hit on by a chirologist.
Was trawling a health bazaar in campus with my colleagues, YN and LB, when we passed by a stall with this really HUGE palm banner peppered with testimonials in all possible languages. As my colleagues pressed me to read a Japanese article hanging from the banner, the chirologist uncle, who was till then sitting languidly with no customers to serve, snapped his head around and asked to see 'the fish' in our palms. As if to convince us, he held out his palm and pointed knowingly to a Stickman-sketch of, what we were told to believe is, a fish. Really, it's just lines on the palm that so happen to criss-cross to give the man an illusion of a flipper.
As he scrutinized our palms, he confidently threw us into default categories with his diagnoses.
To YN, "You are a very efficient and strong-willed person. Your boss won't sack you, you will sack your boss."
YN stared at him, both incredulous and amused.
Turned to LB and said, "You are a dreamer. And will have problems with your relationship."
LB looked undecidedly wary and bemused.
Finally he took my palm and said, "You know how to enjoy life. And you are highly adaptable. Yes, you are adaptable." He nodded.
I stared at him, looked at my palm, and then back up at him.
At that point, a customer called out to him and he disappeared back to his stall, leaving the three of us staring after him, unsure whether he was for real.
Maybe he was just 'fishing' business afterall.
- No olives.
It baffles me to no end the quality of service at certain fast food outlets.
I was putting my order at a sandwich bar, where you can ask for your preferred bread and fillings. So, when I got to the 'filling' section, this was what transpired:
Me: All vege, but no onions, more lettuce.
Sandwich lady: Okay, no onions, no lettuce.
Me: No, no, no! No on-ions, more let-tuce.
Sandwich lady: Okay, no onions, no olives.
Me: .....
For your information, we were standing only about an arm's apart.
I want olives with my sandwich!!!
The world has gotten so strange.
~みはる~
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