Food For thought?
*Walks in SLOWLY* *Removes cobwebs*.... Well, hello there! *choosing to ignore the LONG hot minUte! The other day ( not so long ago) life events got me to the industrial area police station! I've always had a strained relationship with the guys in uniform. All my interactions with them always end up in premium tears or a bleeding bank account. There was one time I had to use all the theatrics skills I learned in primary school to get my self out of a situation! Eeh! That act should have gotten an Emmy!Ahhh! That day, the cop drove me home! eeeh!! Anyway... Back to today! I packed enough patience, tears and even threw in good cheer! We get to the station but, some else strikes: Behind the uniform, there are souls. Who Knew? The station is their natural habitat! I marvel at how they interact with each other, they are extremely friendly, they laugh, fist bump, share inside jokes. I see a hawker pass through the station with his shoes hanging from his shoulders and others in his
