| a penguin of very little brain ( @ 2008-04-18 13:53:00 |
| Entry tags: | on being chinese, singapore |
a moment of
As we arrived in Singapore I realised, with dread, that I had forgotten to bring ang pau for auntie's children.
We stopped by the concierge desk at first opportunity. "I forgot red packets," I explained. "Do you know where we can buy them?" The concierge suggested Chinatown, or perhaps a bookstore; then suggested we wait whilst he checked to see if he had any spare. He did, and I took three for auntie's children.
The crisis was averted, and the service at the Fairmont continued to be superb our entire stay.