Uncle at the Foodcourt
Random thoughts Today while having dinner at my usual foodcourt, I was observing my surroundings. I had scrolled the phone enough for the day and decided to just do some people-watching. The table in front of me, sat an uncle with grey hair, he was dressed in typical work clothes, white formal shirt and black pants. His face was red, a bucket of ice with two Heineken beer bottles and a tall glass of beer on a small plate in front of him. He also ordered a plate of chicken wings. I thought he was waiting for someone because there were two plates. I used to see him a few times here at the foodcourt. He usually eats alone. I wonder, why doesn't he go home to eat with his family? Does he have a family here? He signaled the waitress to join him. She was having red bean bao, she told him it's from Malaysia. He seems caring, I think he also offered her some beer, but she declined, she was working. He squeezed the lime into the chili sauce and dipped the chicken wings in it. He enjoyed...
