It was about 2pm in the afternoon. The food court was fairly crowded. There were tables available but most of them have used plates left by previous patrons.
A couple came in and made a beeline for a clean table. Now that they have a seat, the logical progression would probably be, "What to eat?". However, their chosen table was fairly far away from the stalls and definitely too far to read or even discern what the signs and pictures are saying.
So maybe now one of them will say, "You go see what you want and buy first lah. I jaga the table.".
Nope. Both of them stood near their table, blocking the walkway between the tables, squinting their eyes trying to make out if that bunch of blurry red is raw beef or just a chunk of chili. After about I would say 2 mins, I think they just gave up and proceeded to look around at other tables and see what other diners are having.
After another couple of minutes of turning hips to necks, they have finally decided to order. The man went while woman sat down and blank-stared into space. Remember, the food court was not too crowded. There were other tables albeit with uncleared plates.
There are a lot of different kinds of diners in the world. Those here in Singapore, seats are very important. Maybe because of years of overcrowding at food centres during lunchtimes. We are famous for reserving seats with packets of tissues, umbrellas or whatever we have with us and do not mind losing.
We can also stare at a sign of a stall for few minutes before deciding that "Nah. I don't take chili.". We can stand in front of a mall directory, whose eateries list is longer this post and still won't know what to eat. We are spoilt for choices.
I am not trying to laugh at anyone's gastronomic habits and concerns. I guess I am at point in life where observing people is more enjoyable than chewing on my favourite pan-fried dumplings.
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