the entry about loathsome office ladies

of late, business has been dwindling down the spiral that it has led to a shrinking gamut of guzzling venues choices. dining at the local hawker centre would be the next best cost-efficient solution over restaurants charging exorbitant prices with pretentious amounts of food.

stepping into a hawker centre in the business district area during mid-lunch time and the one thing i have to gripe about, which is one you may share possibly, is that you have one huge cesspool of big, fat office ladies lumbering around the premises.

i don't even particularly like office ladies that much, even more when you see a whole lot of them. if you were to examine closely, some of them are really unpleasant looking. you can spot an office lady a mile away, what with their louis vuitton monochromatic purse, or the likes of it, clutched under their pits and the typical shabby looking office getup, congregating in groups of three or four. 

and if you have ever witnessed how office ladies eat, you'll also notice that they are always equipped with the art of holding crumpled tissue in one hand whilst still aptly maneuvering the chopsticks and spoon. from time to time, they use the same (same! gross!) tissue to wipe their nostrils or push their specs up (if they are bespectacled) with the back of their hand in the midst of their mindless conversations with fellow comrades. their cumulative decibel level, which is almost ear-crippling, are pretty much like their existence: redundant.

can you spot an office lady when you see one? plenty to go around.

a lot of them don't smell too good either: the fat ones usually have a urine and stalely clothes combination. the worst of the lot, and it equates to a large group of them, are those who use trinkets like packets of tissue to reserve seating space, while trudging around to decide which food they would like to shovel into their mouths.

get this: more than half the seats in the locale were peppered with tissue packets of varying design and content. it is an appalling display of hawker etiquette, if you were to ask me. couldn't they simply get one of their portly counterparts to sit at their decided location to reserve the seats instead of everyone flocking to find food? i know, for one, that i wouldn't want to sit at a table where an office lady sits. it would be an outright abomination.

proof much of their atrocities?

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