social popcorn

"So, do you want to share some popcorn?" I asked one of the gals in the group who also happened to like sweet popcorn as well.

"Well actually I was going to go for the ice-cream, but I can share a popcorn with you if you want." she replied.

"No, it's fine really. I am still stuffed from my sandwich at 4pm. So it's really up to you. I just need a drink." I said, hoping that she'll agree to just getting her ice-cream and I could get out of a empty calorie munching session, especially when it's just popcorn.

"No, no, no, it's fine." the gal insisted. "Let's get a medium-sized one, cause it makes more sense."

So 5 minutes later and £5.99 poorer, I was skillfully balancing the mid-sized popcorn and diet pepsi, which I didn't want to begin with, going into the theatre.

It was one of those occasions - no one wanted the popcorn, and yet we ended up with a huge tub that neither one of us could finish. The gal must have felt compelled to have popcorn just because it was mentioned.

It's the same thing when you're out at a pub and don't really feel like a beer, but someone insists on getting you one. And you end up either paying for someone else's drink or gulping down a pint of beer which you didn't want in the first place anyway.

(I've found a solution tho - order shandy.)

Or when you're in a situation where you pick up a cigarette for a fag. It's not that you want a cigarette or a beer, or even plain ole popcorn - you take it so that you fit in. And that you don't seem impolite.

Good thing people haven't offered me drugs. At this rate I give in to fit in, I'll be high on drugs all the time.

On an aside note, I just stuffed 2 jelly doughnuts in my face, that's just for dinner and shall call it a nite. Been sleeping too late these days. Sleep deprivation does kill brain cells, I took 2 minutes trying all sorts of spelling combi for doughnuts and still can't spell "serccumb".

Oh and I spoke to my darling last night. It was 15 minutes worth of precious conversation - a typical B1 & Yee Yee conversation which I haven't had in a long while.

B1 (all teary eyed and can hear he is about to cry): "Hi Yee Yee, I was going to shower and you called."

K: "What's up sweetheart? You were going to shower?"

J:"Yah, and now I can't." (Still about to cry voice)

K:"Okay, go on then, go shower sweetheart, I'll call you later okay?"

J:"Yee Yee, you called, now B2's gone to shower first."

Hmmmm, then realised why he was all teary-eyed. Super buay tahan lor...I knew I had to distract him.

K:"Hey B1, Christmas is just around the corner. Who has a transformers toy?"

Jamesy's voice immediately perked up.

J:"Me! And Yee Yee, I want exo-force next time okay? But it's for big boys, cos on the box it says it's for 7 year olds."

K:"What if I get a small exo-force for you for your fifth birthday? Is that alright?"

J:"No, even the small exo-force is for 7 year olds."

K:"Okay, when you're turning 7, Yee Yee will bring you to Toys R Us to get your exo-force okay?"

J:"Yah!" And out of the blue B1 said,"Yee Yee, I love you very much."

That boy is going to get into sooooo much trouble with the gals one day. Ahhh this kind of inane conversation about exo-force, lego, gingerbread men...I so miss it! :)

When B2 came out of the shower, my mom insisted that she talked to me. (something about IDD calls that make them expensive, hence you're an important person whom everyone must drop all they are doing to talk to you) But the conversation went on for a good 3-seconds, and she was done talking to me. Still it was good to hear B2 speak.