A nice day gone.

I was queuing up at the M1 shop at compass point, hoping to get my line cancelled after I had applied a new line weeks ago.

I was watching the tv while doing so, they had the classics of Mr. Bean showing, and I couldn't stop laughing.

It was about a while after being in the line that I noticed that there was this mum with her little daughter, age around 7, chubby, wearing a dress with "mei mei tou" hairstyle, her two large innocent eyes eagerly staring at her mum.

I thought to myself. What a sweet little cute girl! I could tell that her mum was on her way getting her an handphone.

There was a teenager working for M1 , on his hand was a list of handphone numbers available for the customers to choose. He approached the mother and asked her to pick a number she would like to have for her simcard...

The mother knelt down to her daughter asking her to take a look at the list of numbers and asked her whether any number was to her liking or not.

The little girl could understand what task she was appointed to do ---- to select a number!
The mum continued," Go on, pick a good number, easy for you to remember~"
The little girl stood motionless in front of the list, her brain racking in search of a "easy-to-remember" 8 digits number...
Meanwhile, the service man was bending forward with the list, waiting for the daughter to make her decision.

So sweet~! I thought quietly to myself at first.
Her mum prompting her," How about this number, girl? Do you like it?..."
The little girl didn't nod her head, never did she give a sign of consent.

"How about this number?" Her mum pointed at another number.

The influx of customer heated the air in the shop, before I realised I had been queuing for the last 30min, half heartedly watching Mr.Bean and listening to the conversation of the mother and daughter just in front of me.

I folded my arms, my attention was then drawn back to the little girl, whom haven't made up her mind, the service man still at his awkward position waiting for a reply either from the mother or the little girl. My eyebrows frowned. Great! Stalemate!

I was annoyed that the mother had been prompting the little girl for the last half an hour, leaving the service man in a "don't-know-what-to-do" situation. I would have quited if it was me.

If only the mother was to decide on the behalf of her daughter, the simple task would have been done.

Just when I was reprimanding the mother for time wasting in my heart... a voice interupted my thoughts, "Excuse me sir , can I help you?"
Another serviceman offering help when I was in the head of the queue.
"Yes... I wanted to have my old line cancelled." I replied, gladly as the next one going towards the booth would be ME.

"Oh, sir. You CAN'T have your line cancelled here."explained the man, "You have to do it at 4th floor M1 service center there."

His word hit my brain hard, a sudden GUSH of fire about to blow like a time bomb from my mind. "YOUR people told me to take this queue to DO THAT!"

"I'm afraid that's not the case."

ROAR! I wanted to kill the service-girl for telling me that. I walked off from the queue, re-confirming my directions and went upstairs to cancel my old line.
My mood from watching Mr. Bean turned from Happy to Annoyed by the mother and child, then to Killer mode after hearing that. What could have been worse? Thinking to myself.

I ended up carrying a 15kg big box containing a leg massager home, which my sister had bought.

Saddest day,
Zhaoru.