First World Problems

I was at Star Vista with hubs for lunch yesterday.
The sun was scorching. I had to take a bus from church and transfer to the MRT to reach Star Vista.

While Robs was queuing at Cedele's counter, 3 older folks sat at the table adjacent to ours.
A man with a moustache resembling pubic hair, and an elder couple.

I did not eavesdrop. But I overheard their conversation. Some of it anyway.
It was incredulous and it was entertaining.

Summary-

A troubled father who owns a business pouring his family woes.

It was about his 22 Year old (brat of a) daughter. How she refused to speak to him as he didn't want to take a loan to buy her a house in Holland Village.

His plan was to get his son and daughter a house each, then when they are all older and married, he'd get a bigger house so they can all live together. So he continued about how if the daughter picked a place like Sembawang he can still afford, but not Holland v. And he was listing areas near Holland V and said ' who in the right mind would wanna stay in Orchard Road? Imagine the holidays like Christmas, that place would be jam-packed"

Robs overheard the part about how the uncle couldn't afford First class tickets to Paris 3 times a year for the family. They could only take business class... Boo-freakin-Hoo.

The uncle went on to tell the couple (who had genuine looks of concern flashed across their faces) about how he drove his daughter in his Lexus and she looked the other way, not a word.

I'd half the mind to go like "Uncle, you should bitch-slap your daughter and send her to India,"

The lamenting uncle had a story... he never had a proper bed until he was 18- while in the army.

He wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He had to work for what he has today. But he's a softee when it comes to his children... that's why his daughter turned out to be sucha bitch.

ANYWAY... we couldn't stand it any longer, we just had to faster leave and bitch about THAT.

LOL

We got on our way, left Star Vista for the MRT and walked past the tissue peddler uncle in the wheelchair who actually smiled and greeted us...
Robs was all poetic and took out his wallet to make a purchase- then said "Do you see the difference between this uncle and the rich one from earlier? Who's happier?"

I get what he's driving at... but I'm pretty sure I'd be happy... on a plane to Paris- just once. And I don't even need business class.

;)