Minus One.

There stood a small stall selling fruits and rojak, manned by a middle aged malay lady, in the food court that we frequent for our weekly dosage of banana leaf rice which is by the way, much better and cheaper compared to others around Brickfields. And on one fine day, I was in the mood for some sour mango, not caused by pregnancy, you were thinking of saying that, didn't you?

So, the lady proceeded to prepare a fresh packet for me on seeing that there was none left in the fruits box. I told her I'll take the whole thing and she nodded. Some peeling, washing, cutting and later, she begin putting the slices into a packet, one by one. On reaching the final one, she made a count of those in the packet and from the look on her face, it seems as though she was considering whether to put it in as well. And finally, after a lapse of 5 seconds, she left the final one out.

Pretty odd if you ask me, so, I repeated to the lady that I'll take the whole thing. She said to me, cannot, cannot, one packet is like this one. *please insert multiple wtfs and sweat emoticons here* Hence, I paid 1.50 for my packet of sour mango minus one and walked away. End of another granfather story.