Yet in another alternate reality, the contagion of fear has spread. I speculated that I was somewhere near a classroom, and I was discussing with a bunch of colleagues that I fear teaching. Why don't I remember? Then, there was a skip in my recall, as if my memory was like swiss cheese - plenty of holes in there.
And then, with a guy and a gal, we stepped into a fast food restaurant. They both wanted the same order, which I no longer remembered as I wrote this, and so I walked into the queue, which was extremely narrow as it was between chairs. As I reached the beginning of the queue, I looked at the menu ahead. I was surprised to see 2 darkened crab claws on the menu, and further, it was moving. I also noted that they have deep fried scorpions (which I very much wanted to try). When I placed the orders with the auntie, she queried me in a standard English accent, betraying none of her localness, and asked or commented in an implicit manner about how Singaporeans speak, as if she expected confirmation from me. I gave her no reply on that. After waiting for quite a while beside the queue for ordering, beyond a reasonable doubt that it was longer than the standard waiting time, I asked the auntie if my orders were ready and then after checking my order number was 8, and the guy who was behind me, but got his order first (his order number was 64), she revealed that a screw up occured and took down my order again. I was surprised that I displayed a tremendous amount of patience, so I guessed the contagion of patience has spread to this reality, which is a good thing.