Befriended & Unfriended
Posted by SpikeDec 8
“Hungry?” my admin asked. “There’s a new Indonesian place nearby, want to try?”
So we walked over and of course it’s an Indian place. She’s from Amsterdam so I have to cut her a lot of slack. On walking in, the owner introduced himself to me by name, shook my hand, and came over every three seconds to tell me that someone would be over to take my order soon.
The place is called Royal India, and it’s near Taikoo Place, but on a back street. The young Chinese man who took my order barely spoke any English and a young Chinese girl came along two minutes later to confirm the order since he’d jumbled everything.
Set lunches start from $38 – my $48 got a bowl of soup, beef brisket curry, naan, papadum, fried okra, salad and a drink. And it was pretty darned good.
The owner came by again, told me I was a very handsome man and adjusted the collar on my shirt. After we paid the bill, he gave me a VIP card and insisted I join him in the kitchen to meet the cook. So I went in the kitchen and met the cook who stood there wondering why this nobody was being introduced to him.
As we left, the owner stood in the doorway. “See you again,” I said. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he replied.
“Now I can never walk down this street again,” I said to my assistant, who was more concerned over why I got a discount card and she didn’t – even though she didn’t order any food and wasn’t the one who paid the bill. She’s from Amsterdam so I have to cut her a lot of slack.
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On my “real” Facebook account I had 215 friends. But checking this morning, I only had 213. Two people unfriended me!
I’ve defriended about 3 people so far – two were people I didn’t know who kept sending me invites to attend boring events on a different continent. The third was a Facebook stalker who kept filling up my inbox and news feed with trash.
But who would defriend me? Of course you don’t get any notification. I looked down my list of friends and all of the ones I thought were borderline were still there.
Scratched what’s left of my brain. Hmmm, one – oh, yeah, someone I met once who tried to chat with me every time he saw me online. Every time. Guess he was insulted that I always said I was busy.
But who was the second?
Losing friends is stressful. Actually, no, not very.
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