Tuesday, October 05, 2004
I am not your son, drunk
Bizarre incident at lunch a couple of hours ago. I was having lunch at a coffeeshop nearby when suddenly this drunk (at 3 pm in the afternoon) old indian guy sitting a couple of tables away starts pointing to me and shouting out loudly to everyone that I was his son. And of course everyone in the coffeeshop starts looking at me, probably wondering if it was true. And it did not help matters when the clown ordered another plate of roasted chicken rice for me eventhough I refused to talk to him, but I left quickly after I finished my lunch before it arrived. Took a picture of the guy with my handphone will post it once I get back home. My bad luck continues.