The Meak Muses

1, little 1, sweeping Indian

AM I SO OLD? Left the house this AM, and met this young indian man who sweeps around the estate. he's very polite and all, always greeting "Good Morning" when he sees people. But when he saw me at the lift, guess what, he called me "Auntie." OMG! My smile just froze there, and my heart dropped. So old meh, I looked? *Crushed.

Ruined my whole day, plus my top today is very wrinkled one. Trying to blowdry it in the washroom hoping it works like an iron, to straighten out the creases. but it doesnt lor.

I wonder as I stretched my hand across in front of D to take something, did he notice my arm is quite hairy? Gee, hope so. Or can he be optimistic enough to think i'll keep him warm if we are hugging each other? But usually his type is more hairy, so hmm, we keep each other warm? maybe rub off the zing. cos hair-to-hair, surely will have static...

Hee! Thinking very rojak now...

posted by Meak Meak @ 5:00 PM