dontlikeyou begrudged the constant teasing and temptation of the ubiquitous orange boxes, but we were both too proud to join the queues and decided to wait till the craze died down. Which is still early days yet...
Walking through the Raffles City basement, to my surprise, the queue didn't extend beyond the first section. Without hesitation, I found myself parked at the shopfront. I could actually count with one hand the number of people ahead of me in the queue. As I shuffled forward, I contemplated my order choices, limited as it were to only two dozen.
Fine, so I didn't have to wait long in the queue per se, but I had to wait for the fulfilment of my order, which took about a quarter of an hour. Carrying the transparent plastic bag containing my two boxes, I purposefully and purposely marched and paraded along the second section of the queue which had formed in my wake.
Hello trans fat, goodbye waistline...