I smell wonderful and you are crazy!

After giving Lu Jing (my 1x dear tutee complete with over-bearing mother of Chinese origin) tuition and feeling a little bored out of me wits, I decided to go to the supermarket en passant, fully aware that I might bump into a crazy 'Follow Me'-product-promoting zealot or the 'Ginvera' variation.

But what I wasn't prepared for was the immense traffic I encountered along the aisles. To the best of my recollection, there was 1 x annoying kid on a bicycle, 1 x annoying kid on roller-blades, 1 x annoying kid on a tricycle, 1 x annoying kid on a scooter, and several others gliding about annoyingly in their shoes-with-wheels things (all inside NTUC mind you).

(Sidenote: Don't children perambulate on their feet anymore? I have a feeling that very soon humans will evolve into limbless creatures with little stubs for legs. Well endowed men will then look like tripods. Deficient ones will look less sad then, but may have trouble keeping balance.)

Can you imagine trying to avoid all that moving debris (Yes, children flung out of buildings count as falling debris too. You can be fined one.) and the crazy 'Follow Me' (No, for the last time I don't need 'Follow Me' deodorant. I smell wonderful and you are crazy!) woman all at the same time? Goodness, I felt like frogger.

Important footnote to self: Grocery shopping alone is extremely sad and desperate, not to mention fattening. Desist.