I went out to a grocery near my house earlier today and found myself in a very “trying” situation. I wasn’t particularly hungry, didn’t feel any call of nature, and am definitely not PMSing these days so I was in full control of my self and resorted to people-watching to entertain me while queuing in line.
The line was long and I stood behind a matronly woman talking loudly at the cashier’s counter. Animal-print top (rawrrr!), black fitting jeans, diamond and gold jewelries hang on her neck, ears and arms (she has a lousy taste!). Lips and cheeks, probably newly-botoxed, were rouge. Her talon-like nails were also painted in red. This uncouth woman also made sure that I can see her fiddling with her Lexus keys while the cashier was painstakingly scanning her stuffs with a scanner that didn’t work. The cashier had to leave her post quickly to borrow a scanner from the other cashier, but, that also didn’t work. Then this eager-beaver guy came out and they exchanged words with the cashier, brandishing the scanner to their faces. Homaygaaad, turned out they didn’t know how to use the barcode scanners yet. Ack. What’s even more annoying was to see that woman stood idly there, flicking her hair from side to side while berating the cashier’s slowness. She was talking rapidly like a machine gun, while the cashier profusely asked for apologies. Gah, to be a nouveau riche in Cambodia. I felt sorry for the cashier.
Okay enough of this nonsense.