So I get into a taxi one night for a journey to Aljunied. I was going to one of those industrial-park type buildings around there. Not a condominium in sight and no reason for one to be there either.
After the waft of durians choked the taxi's air-conditioning system and we passed by several shady hotels, (one of which being a neon-light clad pink building entitled 'Comfort Hotel' ... say no more), here's how my journey concluded:
"So just stop on the left here please," I asked kindly.
"Ah. This condo here ah?" he replied routinely whilst pointing to the blocks of industrial-type buildings.
"Er... Yeah... Er... HUH?" I gasped.
"This condo on the left ah?" he repeated again. In a more assertive manner this time.
Confused and flabbergasted I decided to go along with the routine and carry on without any big confusion.
"Ermmmmm. ..... Yes.... Errrm. Ok." I said. Afterwhich, I paid the fruit-loop of a man and got out.
Perhaps he proceeded to pick up his next ang moh at the Comfort Hotel.
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