My colleague is extremely nice today to ask her mom to bring papadoms all the way from India for me, knowing that I'm a vivid fan of indian food. Probably it is the avant-garde papadom, one that you can't get in your average Serangoon Road restaurants. Best part is, you can skip the frying pan as it is microwavable!
I had an awkward conversation with her yesterday though. Viewer's imagination discretion advised.
X shall be her name to protect the person's identity from any unfavourable consequences.
X: You know what. I vomited in the bus today while on my way to work.
Me: Gosh, so where did it landed. Did anyone in the bus knew?
X: Yeah I was pretty loud so everyone was freaked out. I poured them on the floor, left my hanky over it and sat on another place.
Me: Eww, why didn't you launch your technicolour yawn into your bag or something. Poor driver has to clean it!
pandas know how to make it look cool
X: It was quite sudden so it just came out of my conscious.
Me: Okay thats cool. Imagine if you puke halfway during a conversation. Then it'll be like.. "How are YO*pukes*UUUUUEERRKKKKKK. Or when you wanna greet your mommy then it'll sound like.. "Hello Mommmm*pukes*uueeeRRKKKKKKK.
X: Thomas, this is where our conversation stops.
Me: Sorry but I find it really amusing.
*X ignores*
*Five minutes later*
Me: So what's the colour?