Raymond and I boarded the second shuttle bus and alighted together. Thinking it was still early, he decided to have ice-cream from the roadside motorcycle.
The auntie was of course pleased to entertain us and Raymond offered to give me a treat. I didn’t want it at first due to my cough, that the cleaner auntie had warned me not to take cold stuffs earlier on, but I was quite tempted.
I wanted to have the one in paper cup and was surprised to see she was using the styrofoam one that we normally used to drink coffee – that was quite big. As she kept asking me what favour I wanted, I got so confused because they usually just mix it.
In my usual self, so lazy to pick anything, I told her “anything”. She took a block of ice-cream and cut it into the size of the normal share for putting into the bread or biscuits.
When I was thinking that would be tedious for her to continue chopping it and then take other favours to repeat the process, she put the whole block into the paper cup and considered it done.
I stared with my eyes floated and questioned her in million doubts. Whereas she replied me with righteous that cup ice-cream should be done this way.
Obviously she didn’t understand what I meant and with my years of street knowledge, those ice-cream sellers would do some scoping from different ice-cream tubs for this kind of order.
I was too shocked to say more things and eventually walked away to leave her in her own dreamed market.
I was so embarrassed with the white cup and spoon. I was eating it like a dog, except that it was a cup and not a plate. I wanted to finish them up fast but realised I was done for when the part reaching out of the top of the cup was gone.
I tried to use the spoon to cut the remaining but the block was just too hard. When I succeeded for the first time, the small portion flew to the floor due to overuse of strength.
I must have blushed a lot at that point of time as I didn’t know what to do with the melting ice-cream on the floor near the MRT control station. I was completely lost and Raymond invited me to move further away when his ice-cream had completely infiltrated into his stomach.
I tried squeezing the bottom of the cup to push the ice-cream upwards but the cup broke and I quickly stopped. As Raymond slowly imparted me his recent stories in camp, the ice-cream finally got softer and soon I was able to use the spoon to tuck them into my mouth.
Ruiqin joined us and then I managed to reduce the strength of the ice-cream more. A passer-by had his trolley full of items dropped onto the floor and I watched Ruiqin and Raymond go forward to help out, while I held on to the cup and spoon on both hands, helplessly.
I quickly threw the remaining into my mouth, dumped the ugly cup and spoon, before I went forward to join in the fun.
Just when we were about to enter into the control station, I realised the sweeper had cleared the small portion of ice-cream on the floor and I finally felt relieved.