Dinner turned out to be at Pasta Mania instead of Long John’s. I felt bad making Elisia’s sister Evelyn pay the excess for me. My initial budget for dinner was SG$3.60 since that was the price of a Long John’s Combo #1 Meal. But Evelyn wanted something noodle-ish and wanted Pasta Mania. Now, how can you argue with someone who’s four years your senior?

I ate the same thing—Chicken Bolognese—which was the cheapest item on the menu. Hey, I’m considerate, alright?

Anyway, I wanted to write an entry about my bus trip to Tampines Mall. Since I’m no longer a student, I am required to pay the adult fare for a bus ticket which costs about 80 cents. When I boarded Bus 67 and dropped my coins, the bus driver glanced at them and printed a bus ticket for me. When I took it from the machine, I was enraged to find that the driver had printed 55 cents instead of 80 cents.

In case you don’t live in Singapore, 55 cents is the fare for a child ticket. I suspect that the driver did not bother counting my coins and issued me a child ticket since I looked rather young. And if you’re wondering why I’m enraged for that fact, it’s not because I’m offended that he see me as a kid. I mean, I don’t mind being mistaken for a secondary student, really. It’s just that I paid 80 cents and not 55. If I paid 55 cents and he issued that ticket, I’m happy. I save 25 cents.

You may think that I’m being rather petty over 25 cents. That’s not true. Only because this wasn’t the first time that happened to me. It was like, uh, seven times? 25 times seven equals 175 cents. Imagine that! If I could save that SG$1.75 and use it for something else. Say, part of a CD I’ve been wanting to get.

I just read what I typed in my last paragraph and realised that I am rather silly to be wasting my brain cells over this. It’s just that I wished I was smart enough to put in 55 cents in the first place. Ah, well.