Date: Sunday, October 12, 2008
Time: 6:14:00 PM

Today I was a happy shopper. Went to Art Friend (like finally, after procrastinating since Friday). I got what wanted, I bought what I needed at Popular too (once again, procrastinated since before Raya!)...

However, one incident happened when I was at Popular... oh well, make it two cos I just remembered something else. Both incidents left me with some burning questions..

Ok let's follow the sequence of the incidents. As I was walking towards the cashier, a lady approached me. They were loitering around the cashier area and seemed like both her and her husband bought lotsa stuff.. with trolleys and all.. Fine, your business!

Back to the question she asked me:

Lady: Do you have a Popular Card?
Me: Yes.
Lady: Got discount?
Me: (pissed by her question) Dunno. (shrugs and walks away)

Ok, I am sure you guys got the drift. Obviously, if you people can read in between the lines, you would have realised that this lady is asking for MY POPULAR CARD to offset her purchase. On normal occasion, I might just let her use my card. But what turned me off was, the way she asked. Obviously, she knows that Popular card entitles you to a discount. And, she was loitering around the counter area in the hope that some one would be nice enough to let her use their card. (ooh too bad... I wasn't that angel!)

Just wondering.. what's so difficult to just apply for a membership card??! If you want something, ask someone nicely and stop beating around the bush. If you think I looked like a Popular staff, I wasn't even wearing a Popular uniform! Haiz.. some people are just so cheapo!

On the second occasion.. I was at the counter unloading my purchases to be scanned when I heard someone calling my name followed by my full name. I went like.."who da hell saw me here?! it's a sunday for God's sake.." Then when I turned around I saw a guy who's familiar but I was like.. "who's this?"

Ok, it was actually one of my cousins. And he asked me a dumb question. He asked me, "What are you doing here?" I told him buying some stuff... Like what else could I be doing when I was paying my stuff at the counter.. I couldn't be flirting with the aunty or I couldn't be working since I was at the other side of the counter. Haiz...

So that's my Sunday encounter. No wonder I often choose to stay at home on Sundays unless necessary for me to get out of the house.