Somewhere in Novena

There's this little restaurant selling fish head beehoon and it was quite a satisfying meal. And this is coming from someone who doesn't normally enjoy fish head beehoon. Anyway, I ate my lunch there this afternoon because I managed to sneak out of camp and it was quite an achievement despite me forgetting to smuggle my rifle out. (Hello, MINDEF security people, thanks for dropping by)

But this post is neither about the food (with pseudo-foodie angled photographs) nor is it about how I'm going to get sent to Room 101. What really burned into my mind was what the old cleaner lady did. She hobbled into the relative coolness of the restaurant from the ridiculously scorching weather outside and of course, she was sweating like mad. She was holding a piece of rag that was used to wipe fish bones, gravy and soy sauce from the tables. Beside her was this pail of brown-coloured water with bits of chili and other assorted now-inedible food items floating on it. Aaaand she needed to cool off.

Guess what she did?

Depending on how disgusting you actually are, your answer will vary quite drastically. If you have guessed "She dipped the rag into the murky contents of the pail and wiped her underarms with it", well done. That's the fourth level of disgustingness, above "wipe face with cloth" and below "wipe underside of floor-draggingly saggy tits with cloth". She then walked behind me to clear up the table beside mine and you know how you try to subtly hold your breath whenever someone who looks like they smell walks past? That was what I did except I took that huge gulp of breath at the wrong time.

Well, at least I now know what to think about when I want to delay ejaculation.