and she just went on and on...

And on. The following is based on a true story that occured late last night.

It was 12 minutes past 11 and because deliveries would take at least an hour to arrive upon ordering, I decided to just head home and grab something from the 7-11 nearby.

It was half past 11 when I stepped into the shop.

It was 5 minutes past midnight when I stepped out. Now, before you start wtf-ing me, the thing is, I only took about a minute to grab the sandwich and cup noodle, then head to the counter for payment.

I think most of you would have already guessed what happened in between the paying and the exiting by now, the aunty manning the cashier decided to share her 420480 hours worth of life story with me.

No signs, no warnings, nothing. It all started with a simple question, was I buying dinner or supper and my answer, a single dinner. Then it proceeded to the reason for me eating that late, deliveries, fast food, her horrifying working experience in McDs and 7-11...

And she just went on and on and on.

Each time she paused, I tried to inch a little further and take my leave but to no avail, she'll start again faster than you can say goodnight. Leaving just like that would seem disrespectful but at the same time, I was really, really tired not to mention, hungry.

What seems to be hours later, the bells tingled and that could only mean one thing. I finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel, and I can hear the angels sing. The saviour has arrived in the form of, yes, another customer.

I have never been this happy and glad for a long, long time. I wished her a pleasant night and made my way out as fast as possible.

And that was the story of my 7-11 Break. I have this theory that I only look friendly and approachable to the elderly because the above scenario has occured countless times. How come no leng luis approach and talk to me one?

First time encountering an individual more talkative than Jacklyn OOoPppSsss...