Dad went to the post office to collect his Rm625. He was so happy because this is the first time ever in his life that he collected any money from the government. He hopes that the government makes it a habit of doing that. He wanted to be paid by cheque because he wanted a picture of it for memories. Aiyoo, my daddy! He got it in cash. I was happy because we were supposed to go shopping after that...he he.
Shopping can be strenuous work, so we decided to feed ourselves before we start. We decided on our favorite, teipanyaki. No, it wasn’t in a fancy and expensive Japanese restaurant, where the waitresses in kimono would shout welcomes in Japanese and bow 16 times to you. Those are for special occasions only, like, when dad strikes the lottery...he he. The one we went to is called “The Good Value for Money Teipanyaki Thingy Place”. Dad has a nick name for everything. He even gives nick names to nick name. He he... This place was kind of different from the rest because the waitress greeted us in codes; “Two?” and “Sit here!”
This place is likeable because, every time just when you are starting to eat the fried salmon, they will dump a small mountain of fried mixed vegetable over it. You then have to start digging the salmon out from below. It’s was so fun. I couldn’t finish because they gave so much, so like all good frugal father, my dad cleaned it up for me. He said I am the only reason why he puts on weight.
As soon as when dad has done picking his teeth, we went shopping. I couldn’t decide where to go so dad recommended that we try the “The Really Worth It Factory Surplus Everything Got Clothing Store” I wasn’t too sure if they have what I wanted but I have to try it, at least to please dad.
I was like totally shocked. Not only did they have everything, most of them were of really good quality and designs. Of course some of them had their labels’ removed but then, who needs the labels anyway, right? With dad acting as my personal assistant and after a few rounds of choose, change and try, I got myself 5 nice tops and a pair of jean for Rm125. Dad was pleased and said they were really smart and sensible choices because there are room for growth in all of them. He he .
On the way to the car park we passed a branded clothing store. Dad said it was a good thing we didn’t go in there because with Rm125 we would’ve probably gotten a pair of designer’s sock and a hand towel.
Dad said the gap between the ‘have’ and the ‘have just enough’ is getting bigger. I guess we are the ‘have just enough’, and proud of it! He he.....
by small bright head