As I routinely unpacked my homecooked lunch out from my drawer and collected my belongings to sit outside and bask in the coolness of after-rain ambience, I was stopped by my colleague the moment I pushed the open the door.
And she informed me that I couldn't go to sit outside anymore.
Baffled, I inquired why.
"Our table was stolen," was her reply. I peeked outside for confirmation.
~!@#$%^&*~!@#$%^&*!!!!?!?!?!!??!
Must be one of those *ahems!!* that loiter around Serangoon, Little India and Race Course Road. And here I thought Tessensohn Road was somewhat free of them buggers.
And it was a nice white metal vintage garden table too!!
Asswiping shitheaded thief!!
Laterz...
Lenny
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