You must be wondering why a guy like me (Yes, a Y-hormon-nian, testosterone-filled, iron-pumping, alpha male) would meddle with such frivolous subject when I have much harder', more arousing things to handle. You might even question my self-described identity bracketed above, after glancing all these aww-so-cute pictures of a teddy in shrinking red tee and start retrospecting: 'eh, but he is a guy leh. Shouldn't he be blogging about mens stuff, like men's fashions and Korean Boybands. Surely not another teddy??'
But let me digress here, before you ponder further down to the s- street and began challenging my orientation.
It was Tuesday evening, 6th of December, 5pm, Raffles Place. I waited for someone to knock-off, I got a to-do list mentally jotted in my mind, and right up the top is to shop for Xmas presents to exchange (sometimes I feel this act akin to barter trading, and the receiver always never benefit- least of all gain any fruitful value from such un-purposeful transaction). Since I got ample time to kill, I did just that.
I stepped into this store and immediately confronted this huge pool of teddies, waiting for adoption.The teddies were easily the only thing that caught my eye, since the store were pretty sparse and dull, with plain cemented white wall, fluorescent lights, and plumbings on the ceiling running amok. I am interested.
'29.90', said the young dude cashier. I hastily took out my wallet and paused. "Is it machine-washable?'
'Erm..' He flipped the teddy up and around, investigating its neck, pushing the fur away to check for any visible tag stuck on its backside. '...I don't think so. Do you want a new one?'
Who doesn't want a new one? I said gave me the new one. So he dropped down, fumbled below the teddy pond and drew out a new one by the paw. It doesn't look dissimilar from the previous one I am paying for, but I still procure the new one and brought it to Burger King to wait for my friend to knock off.
So what is the question?
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