My usual Friday rendezvous with my parents to Changi Airport this evening was a tad more interesting than usual.
Mum was feeling better and I needed her to walk. Changi Airport Terminal 3 is to me the best place to walk.
Ground is flat and evenly tiled with no gradients. It is fully airconditioned, ample toilet facilities at every turn and most importantly a food court with local cuisines for snacks or a meal.
With brother in town from Hong Kong, he drove and I could rest and relax in the back seat and space out from a terribly fast paced and stressful day.
I almost did not make it out of the office as I was like a doctor holding clinic and there was a long line of patients, except mine were interviewees.
I had planned for a leisurely 4 candidates. Electrical Lord had 4 candidates too.
But at the eleventh hour, Electrical Lord delegated the candidates to me to interview.
8 candidates from 4pm! Ugh!!
I finally finished and dashed off for home to be picked by my brother at 7pm! Another 12 hour shift for me.
Airport visits are also my rest and recreation time.
Happily I trotted out to Q for Putu Mayam or “String Hoppers” – Indian dessert made of white flour noodle steamed and served with fine brown sugar and freshly grated coconut.
Brother wanted to try Apom with banana in cinnamon. Mum and dad wanted to try fried kway teow and fried black carrot cake. These are great dishes and the Qs are snakingly long.
As my brother and father sat opposite me they started observing a lady eating her plate of chicken rice behind me. She was in a row behind me.
The narration goes like this:
“She is very odd.
She uses a lot of napkins.
She placed one on seat before sitting on it.
She uses one napkin to shield her blouse.
She is attacking her big big plate of chicken rice.
She looks like she will not be able to finish that big plate of chicken rice.
Good Lord! She is spading her rice as if building sand castle from center out of the mound of rice.
Like a dog, she is as if digging with her front paws. Rice flying everywhere!
OMG!! She chews and spits rice out back onto plate and respoons to her mouth and eats it. *This goes on throughout the meal till she is done.”
I did not dare turn around to watch this. Bro said we should have videoed her eating style.
I told him it would be rude though I felt I would get a lot of likes from readers!
I chipped in saying..she probably has a digestive problem and has to eat that way! Or like some animals have to chew and spit before re-eating the same.
I finally turned around after she left.
Truly the table was as if a bovine ate there, snout and all with a huge mess.
Bad eating habits?
What do you think?
Folks I kid you not….this really happened and she was an airport staff in uniform and all 😉
Hmm…fine dining or banquets she must never attend indeed!