Cut them some slack...

What an interesting thing to observe.

I was having dinner with Mom today, at our nearby Kopitiam, when she was off buying food, and my bum firmly planted on the chair, 'chopping' our table, when I noticed this woman, (dressed in a neon pink top, ruffly canary yellow mini-shorts and striped black and pink stockings) walking around, as if looking for someone.

Curious, I was still staring at her, when she approached a Singaporean mother with her maid. The pink woman stopped the two politely, pulled out a stapled stack of photocopied paper from her Gucci bag and requested the maid to translate the words for her.

It was photocopies of pages of a lined notebook, with very neatly written handwriting all over. Couldn't read it from where I was sitting, but it was definitely not English.

The maid scanned the contents and told the pink woman it was a song. Lyrics.

The pink woman looked positively relieved and asked the maid to double-check, explaining to the Singaporean mother that it was her own maid who wrote it, and because the maid was very quiet, she did not know what to make of her employee's hobby of writing. She proceeded on to explain how good she is to the maid, saying she just bought a $300 phone for her.

When the Singaporean mother's maid confirmed again it was just lyrics, nothing more, the pink woman stuffed the photocopies back into her bag, thanked the two and left.



Huh.

What a strange thing to witness.