Three people work at the Yong Tau Foo stall at Old Airport Road market.
I like that stall. The food is pretty decently priced and they put fish paste in their aubergines. I don’t think they change the oil they used to fry the stuff though. I looked at the wok and the liquid inside it was black.
It is quite well frequented. There is always someone at the stall during lunchtime on weekends. The stall is staffed by three people, one of whom stands outside the stall. His job scope is something that is usually transferred to the customer in other places. That is, he is responsible for putting your food on the tray, ladling out a portion of chilli/sweet sauce onto those small dishes or onto your dry-yong tau foo, adding pepper, sesame seeds and fried onions, putting a spoon and a pair of chopsticks on your bowl, and then handing the whole tray to you.
He’s a really nice old chap though.
There’s a drinks stall at Chinatown market that is run by an old lady and her even older father. He must be at least 70 years old. His reflexes aren’t very good, neither does he walk very fast or hear very well. His daughter (maybe daughter-in-law) tries to give him instructions when he’s stuck on something. She sounds a little irritable, but doesn’t raise her voice at him. She remembered that I wanted Teh C siu dai. Rather than those tiny styrofoam cups that places such as Toast-box uses, her Teh C comes in proper size styrofoam cup. And for only 90 cents.
Twice in a row, the drink stall auntie at Old Airport Road has given us ‘extra’ drinks that no one has ordered, and has charged us for it. When we asked her about it, she said ‘nvm lah, you all can share and finish it right?’.
Aunties in Singapore are just hilarious.
The fruit stalls in Chinatown sell Chiku.
Didn’t realize that these people promoting credit cards and insurance are outsourced personnel. On hindsight, it makes a lot of sense for the main companies to outsource such operations. From a social point of view, I don’t support it.
Finding that I can’t concentrate while traveling and I’m not absorbing anything that I read.