Don't Be That Guy!

So there I was on a Wednesday evening walking towards the exit of Central Station like any other evening, minding my business, when this guy walks up from behind and alongside me, and asks,

"I have seen you from somewhere. Where do you work?"

Nice try, MATE. I felt like telling him, "THE POLICE STATION". Of course, I was too polite, not to mention, too wary of him, to say that. I walked faster and mumbled, "I'm in a hurry."

I don't know what his intention was, but if it was to:

1. use that line as a pick-up line, BAD CHOICE. Why ask me where I work? It made me think that he's a stalker. My aunt told me that there are a lot of crazy people in Australia when I first came to Australia, and, in my line of work, I have met many crazy people. Besides, my mummy tells me never to talk to strangers. So there.

2. ask me where I work because he actually recognised me, let him figure it out on his own. I'm not about to tell any Tom, Dick, and Harry, where I work.

Tough luck, mate. You picked the wrong person to chat up.

Don't Be That Guy!

Fly Away

I still remember the first time I flew on my own... heading back to Semenanjung from Sarawak... I sat beside an elderly Phillipino lady... we chatted throughout the flight... I learned of her life story, and she learned of mine... that I wanted to become a doctor, my family back home...

I enjoy chatting with the person sitting beside me on the plane - provided that I'm not too nauseatic from air sickness, or that the person doesn't stare daggers at me, wishing that I would flush myself down the airplane toilet.

Perhaps it's because spending more than just a few minutes with a complete stranger sitting next to me compels me to be a bit friendlier than to just smile insipidly at that person when he / she tries to squeeze past me to get in and out of the aisle, or the other way round.

Either that, or I'm just plain nosy. :P

Fly Away