yeah....Things will only get better

Telemarketers. They can get pretty irritating at times, I must say. I shan't use the word "hate", that's pretty much too cynical a word. But they do get on my nerves.

Receievd this call from a certain bank, trying to sell me this product, whereby I can "get to use extra cash" for my enjoyment and it's at " low interest rates".

Tele: Why aren't you interested? It's extemely affordable and it's low interest rates make it just so attractive.

Now, I have already expressed my intention of NOT wanting this extra service. I have no need for that. Not that I'm rich that I'm refusing additonal cash, just that I don't have a need for this. Afterall , it's not FREE. I have to PAY to use it.

Tele: Why don't you reconsider? You can use it for your wedding preps, your honeymoon, or just a simple trip with your partner to the spa or .... yada yada....

Thanks huh. For reminding me of the heartaches.

That was like one month ago.
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Well, the telemarketer returns!

I received another call from the same bank

Tele: Hi, I calling from XXXXXbank. I understand my colleague has called you up regarding ...........

You know the same old issue. Similarly I expressed not wanting to take up the offer. The very same reason, i.e. I have no need for it.

Damn it, I got the same counter response. Weddings ah, honeymoons ah and what else. Looks like they are following some script or what.

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Was driving home one day, that was along Bishan Road. Normally the 3 lanes would allow for overtaking. H0wever, that day , tree pruning was going on, hence only a single lane was passable. Traffic was slow and heavy. It was after all peak hour. The lights turned red. I was the first car.

The green man was on and the pedestrains were crossing. The crossing crowd consists of joggers and office workers, moving in both directions. I wasn't paying much attention to the pedestrains, instead my eyes were fixed on the digits, counting down to zero. I wasn't rushing for time, however, I was anticipating the red man. I'm not too sure myself why, I mean I wasn't in a hurry to anywhere, not late for time but yeah, I wished to move on. Perhaps the fast paced lifestyle of the Singaporean got into me? Patience is a virtue.

As I was about to step on the accelerator, an old couple struggled pass my front. They looked not a day younger than 75 years of age. The old lady held onto a walking stick while the old man held onto her arm.Step by step they took. The red man was on, and the green light flashed. The couple were anxious, they knew that they were holding up the traffic. It didn't help a bit that the other lanes were not passable. They tried as they could. Uncle looked up at me with an apologetic face.

I was touched by this scene. It gave me a very important lesson on love. Forget the flowers, let's not talk about the chocolates or remembering one's birthday. At a ripe old age of 70 plus or whatever age they may be, standing by each other in time of difficulties, this is true love.

My right foot remained on the breaks. I lifted the handbrakes and was about to open the door. A long sharp horn sounded. The vehicles behind were obviously impatient. I pressed on the hazard lights but the tooting became even louder.

Finally, the reached the other side. I released the handbrakes and moved on. I took a glance at the old couple. They smiled at me.

I smiled back.