Woke up to a crisp, bright morning which was unusual for a rainy season here in Singapore. The sun was glaring through the window louvers of our house and made it looked bright and cheery too. As a routine when it’s not my work day, I would order breakfast from the neighborhood market. This was done by our helper who goes to the market. She would buy my mom’s usual beancurd or fried carrot cake (chinese version), my usual roti prata (an Indian fried bread) doused with fish curry, or fried bee hoon (chinese vermicelli) and she would also add her own choice of breakfast too.
We would ‘chow’ down our breakfast as soon as it arrive and I must have coffee with milk to go with my breakfast. My mom has unusual combination of food as she will have her milk and cereal every morning but will still add her breakfast orders from the market. We let her have her wishes as she is a regal dame of 81 years. I have often referred her as the Queen when I talked to my sister about her as she is indeed important and should be given that position. By the way, her name is Daisy.
When there are any phone calls at home for her, it would be from her ‘mahjong’ friends who want to know whether she was game for it. Lately she has stopped playing as she felt that it had become too tiring for her to last for long hours which her friends preferred. Other than this phone call, she would also receive from her younger sister who had migrated to Canada many years ago and she calls her every now and then to check on her and get updates.
I recalled the time when my mom and dad were still working and I was in my early teens, they liked to bring the family out for dinners occasionally and western food was a highlight. We went to one popular restaurant called Jack’s Place and it was famous for their steaks. Usually this type of restaurant setting would be dimly lit as it was supposed to give a romantic ambience. So we all ordered our respective favourite item on the menu and we would happily gobble down our food when it was served. My mom preferred fish to red meat so it was probably grilled fish for her. She sat directly opposite me and would often say to us that vegetables are good for us and we should finish and not waste it (we children normally don’t like our vegies). So she would poke her fork at our plates to finish off the vegies that we won’t eat. There was a bunch of something yellowish on the table which she thought was probably our lettuce that fell off our plates when we were busy cutting our meat. My mom again chided us for wasting the vegies so she poked it with her fork and dipped it in chilli sauce and chomped it. Soon after that, she lifted up her head and there was a terrified look on her face. Then she bent down her head and spitted out a blob on the table. Suddenly, I realised my crumpled yellow paper napkin was missing from the side of my plate and then I started laughing loudly and so did everyone else when I told them what mom just ate.
Ok, the Queen wasn’t too pleased with me that night so it was not a good joke to her at all but I really can’t help laughing everytime I see a yellow colored napkin at a restaurant.
Trio no. 4 -DP
Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must include a speeding car, a phone call, and a crisp, bright morning. (Wildcard: you can swap any of the above for a good joke.)