Something interesting happened today. By "interesting" I mean some strange encounter that is unexpected and out of the normal routine. Went to Suntec to pick up a Chun-Li action figure (we'll get to that later), then to the library (been pretty lucky lately at getting new graphic novels -not comics- even though it is double-your-borrowing-capacity holiday period and the shelves are more empty than usual), then boarded 133 to go home.

While I was waiting at the pedestrian crossing right outside my house, a primary school boy on his little bmx came cycling towards me head-on. He was sweating (i know it shd be perspiring, but... in this case it was sweating) all over with a worried look on his face. He jammed his brakes right in front of me and asked, "Excuse me, do you know where Potong Pasir is?"

Obviously he was lost and panicky. But sorry to say, it isn't really near Potong Pasir and I recommended him to take the train (which he can't of course), or a cab. "But I got no money, can you help me?" *blink blink.

In my mind I was thinking... ah hell... how am I supposed to help you...? I can help you hail a cab, tell the cabby where you're heading, help you load up your bmx into the trunk... and... give you money. Give you money. Give you money? Give you money... Sigh.

So that's exactly what I did, and I lost a red note that way today... my only one... in my little stash of purple notes... my only red note... Grrr... On hindsight I should've taken out my nokia, ask him to dial home, and have his family member waiting with cash right where he'll alight to pay the cabby. WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT THEN? Was I too eager to help? Of course not... I asked myself 4 times before pulling that note out.

Why... didn't... I... think... of... that???