Once upon a time (yesterday), there lived a girl (me). And on one particular evening, she was going to get two new things! One, a new pair of spectacles. Two, a new pair of contact lens. And she did receive them... it is always nice to receive new things.
Then later, during dinner... something happened. Her new lovely white bag (just only given to her last Saturday) suffered at the hands of a careless coffeeshop cleaner, who practically poured an entire concoction of gross liquid (probably a mixture of coke, sauce, oil and whatever disgusting black leftover liquid you can think of) on her poor poor new bag. She was furious! And glared at anything and everything, and anger overwhelmed her tiny heart.
Then her father spoke to the supervisor, requesting for a compensation. A deal was made... she give over the bag, and they pay $35 (the cost of the bag) in return. Then she went from anger, to helplessness. As she took out her things and placed them into a plastic bag, she uncontrollably started to cry... cry very hard... in public. Which is ridiculous. But yet what is done cannot be undone.
In the end, a new deal was made. The supervisor gave them $25, and they kept the bag.
A big fiasco over a small mole hill simply because of sentiment and emotional attachment. Ridiculous is the word of the day.
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4 comments:
Hey girl, I understand how you feel. It's not the issue of money. It's the issue of the bag having sentimental value to you.
Even though with money, you can get the bag of the same design, you can never get the sentimental value back.
Just take heart and cheer up, though I know it's not gonna be easy. Take care! :)
oh no... dun worry dear...=) *hugs*
aiyoyo... dun think abt it liao la.. the most u use my bag k. No point getting upset over wat's done like u said. But yesterday i still saw you carrying it leh.. looks alright
ehh u mean the bag is a new one ah? oops... huh? *blur* why nv tell me in school....
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