Table Sharing

I shall release the inner bitch in me today. I know, in the past I used to be blatantly-bitchy but have learnt to repress it and control it in an attempt to attain a more stable and balanced persona. That sense of control has led to me feeling more calm and less easily irritated by the mundane things in life like missing the bus, late tuition payment, empty toothpaste tube, etc.

But today, A MAN managed to unleash the inner bitch in me. It took just ONE MAN to do that and without even being in my presence for 5 secs, he had managed to make me rage with anger (inside).

This BRAVE MAN, decided to share a table at the Jurong Point foodcourt with me and my sister.

What's the big deal, some might say. Well, this COURAGEOUS MAN decided to share the table with us WITHOUT ASKING FOR OUR PERMISSION!!!

Aya and I had left our Crumpler bag and an Adidas gym bag on our seats at the table to go buy our food. We took all our valuables and left just our bags there. Off we went, thinking happily that, yes, we will be able to chat with a little privacy over our dinners and share some laughs and what-nots. I was the first to arrive back at our table.

I almost dropped my tray when I saw that man sitting at our table right next to my precious gym bag and eating his chicken rice. I went up to him and said in the most civilised voice that I could muster, "Excuse me, these are our bags. We got this table first."

He had the cheek to tell me that," Got no more empty tables already." I have eyes. I can see that. There is a reason why we waited for more than 10 minutes for an empty table too. I know I wasn't away from the table for long, maybe 3min?? I bought lor-mee coz that stall had no queue so I was really fast. Judging from the amount of food that was already missing from his plate, I tell you, I AM BLOODY FUCKING SURE he sat down at our table JUST WHEN WE WALKED AWAY to buy our food.

He didn't even ask if we were alright with sharing the table. HOW BLOODY FUCKING DARE HE DO THAT!!!

I tell you, I wasn't happy. So was Aya. She pulled a face at me from afar when she was still en route to the table. She thought I had ALLOWED the man to sit at our table you see. I tell you, I felt so misunderstood at that moment.

We pointedly ignored the man and carried on with our dinners and chatted about Mas Selamat, about school, work, home, etc.

"Now at this time, very hard to find tables hor? Hor? Hor?"

THAT MAN still had the mood to make small talk with us. We didn't even turn to him man. We just semi-nodded and then carried on with our own conversation. At that moment, I couldn't even feel sorry for him that he was eating alone. And I simply had to shut him off from my senses coz he was making the worst kind of slurpy noises, sucking away at the chicken bones I think.

And he took his time to eat too! A normal person will eat quickly and go coz they might feel awkward sharing a table with others but NO!!! In fact, when the 2 of us had finished our dinners, he was still eating the rice and drinking the soup.

I tell you, I am alright with sharing tables if you have the DECENCY TO ASK but he did not. Tt's what peeves me. That was the final push that tipped me off the cliff and unleash the inner bitch. It's a wonder I managed to reign myself in and not be sarcastic there and then at the table.

Now, I shall take a deep breath and enjoy the peace in my heart again. *zen*