And This Blank Page Where My Fingers Move.
So today we had classes again. Mon and me have this crazy Monday, where aside from a one-hour break between 10 and 11am, we have a full day of class from 9.15 to 4.15. Well I'm thankful that classes are relatively short by SMU standards - lectures are at most 2 hours long, and seminars an hour. However that also means you have to shuffle your brain back and forth throughout the day as your subjects jump around haphazardly over the timetable.
Mon and I had brunch at a cafe in school called Munchies (hur hur cheesy name), and there I was served by a rude little obnoxious tea lady. She was manning the till, and I'd ordered a hot tea along with my food. Now, a cup of hot tea costs 0.50p (S$1.50). After paying and collecting my receipt, it read "Hot chocolate - 0.65p". So I told her that she'd charged me for a hot chocolate when I'd asked for a hot tea.
Her reply? "I'm absolutely certain you said hot chocolate." smirk on face.
Me : "No, I'm pretty sure I said hot tea. (and for sure I did)" I'm smiling a little, unsure of whether to be nice or mean.
She then retorts self-righteously, "Well you should just say tea, not hot tea. The tea here is always hot."
I am stunned into silence, then say a chirpy "Whatever!" before turning on my heels. Now I wished I had also told her rather smartly that I believe ice tea does exist, unless she's never drank it before in her sad little Cockney existence. And that she should dig her ears better too.
She left me indignant but well I tell myself, look, these people will forever be the sales assistants, waitresses, cashiers they are. And I'm far luckier than them as it is, so why bother.
But anyway.
Enough of rude cashiers. The main aim of today was to go shopping at Topshop after class. You see, the Topshop in Bath - the only outlet here - appears to have been on fire a couple of days ago, and today they were having a 40% storewide clearance on the 'damaged' merchandise. :) And yes, I am serious when I said they caught fire. Well the storefront looks fine, but the police and fire department et cetera were down here and closed up the store for a good few days, so it really did seem to have been in a bit of a burn.
The British honestly love setting fire to themselves. The fire alarm in one of the school blocks was ringing today as well, and just a couple of days ago we had a fire drill in our hostel. And... everything is fire-safe here in our hostel especially. The windows are hinged shut at the bottom, and will only open a little (I don't understand why though, then how does smoke escape?), the doors all bear a "Fire door - keep shut" sticker, and fire regulations govern everything from the type of rice cooker you can have to the type of duvet you can sleep with.
BAH it's just ridiculous. I think this fire obsession has its roots in the Great London Fire back in the 1900s, and since then they've been absolutely freaked about it. But yet they still somehow always catch fire. Perhaps they are all more flammable? Is it all that Yorkshire pudding they eat? ...
Okay where was I, oh yes back to Topshop. Well we rushed down after class, and arrived a little past 5. But Topshop was closing its doors earlier than usual because the queue for the cashiers was already so long that it took an hour and a half to get to the front. Me and Mon could only stand outside, staring forlornly at the coats we could not touch, jeans we could not try on, bags we could not sling - until tomorrow, that is.
So I did the next best thing - I went to Marks and Spencer and bought two syrup sponge puddings for 1.99GBP. :D
Yep, so that's my day so far. Very pedestrian, but that's it.
I wonder how you are, what you are doing, where you are. Well, I don't need to know the answer, but I truly hope you are well.
Mon and I had brunch at a cafe in school called Munchies (hur hur cheesy name), and there I was served by a rude little obnoxious tea lady. She was manning the till, and I'd ordered a hot tea along with my food. Now, a cup of hot tea costs 0.50p (S$1.50). After paying and collecting my receipt, it read "Hot chocolate - 0.65p". So I told her that she'd charged me for a hot chocolate when I'd asked for a hot tea.
Her reply? "I'm absolutely certain you said hot chocolate." smirk on face.
Me : "No, I'm pretty sure I said hot tea. (and for sure I did)" I'm smiling a little, unsure of whether to be nice or mean.
She then retorts self-righteously, "Well you should just say tea, not hot tea. The tea here is always hot."
I am stunned into silence, then say a chirpy "Whatever!" before turning on my heels. Now I wished I had also told her rather smartly that I believe ice tea does exist, unless she's never drank it before in her sad little Cockney existence. And that she should dig her ears better too.
She left me indignant but well I tell myself, look, these people will forever be the sales assistants, waitresses, cashiers they are. And I'm far luckier than them as it is, so why bother.
But anyway.
Enough of rude cashiers. The main aim of today was to go shopping at Topshop after class. You see, the Topshop in Bath - the only outlet here - appears to have been on fire a couple of days ago, and today they were having a 40% storewide clearance on the 'damaged' merchandise. :) And yes, I am serious when I said they caught fire. Well the storefront looks fine, but the police and fire department et cetera were down here and closed up the store for a good few days, so it really did seem to have been in a bit of a burn.
The British honestly love setting fire to themselves. The fire alarm in one of the school blocks was ringing today as well, and just a couple of days ago we had a fire drill in our hostel. And... everything is fire-safe here in our hostel especially. The windows are hinged shut at the bottom, and will only open a little (I don't understand why though, then how does smoke escape?), the doors all bear a "Fire door - keep shut" sticker, and fire regulations govern everything from the type of rice cooker you can have to the type of duvet you can sleep with.
BAH it's just ridiculous. I think this fire obsession has its roots in the Great London Fire back in the 1900s, and since then they've been absolutely freaked about it. But yet they still somehow always catch fire. Perhaps they are all more flammable? Is it all that Yorkshire pudding they eat? ...
Okay where was I, oh yes back to Topshop. Well we rushed down after class, and arrived a little past 5. But Topshop was closing its doors earlier than usual because the queue for the cashiers was already so long that it took an hour and a half to get to the front. Me and Mon could only stand outside, staring forlornly at the coats we could not touch, jeans we could not try on, bags we could not sling - until tomorrow, that is.
So I did the next best thing - I went to Marks and Spencer and bought two syrup sponge puddings for 1.99GBP. :D
Yep, so that's my day so far. Very pedestrian, but that's it.
I wonder how you are, what you are doing, where you are. Well, I don't need to know the answer, but I truly hope you are well.
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