You're sitting in a crowded bank minutes before its closing, waiting somewhat patiently for your queue number to be called. You blast your music to entertain yourself.........And suddenly, you realise the guy beside is saying something to you.
Me: Sorry I didn't catch you. *Quickly taking off my earphones*
Him: Oh, I'm wondering what's your queue number?
Me *slightly bewildered*: *Turned the slip of paper towards him* 4-3-9.
Him: Mine's 435 and I don't need it anymore. I'm queuing for something else and need a B-ticket. *showing me 2 tickets, a A and a B* You want it?
Me: Oh okay, that's great! Thanks! *and happily took it from his hands*
Beep! A-4-3-5, A-4-3-5.
The moment I was done at the counter and turned to walk towards the exit, there he was, right where he had been, looking at me with a smile. I returned a smile and mouthed the word 'Thanks'.
Well, he made my day. :)
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told you nobody can resist your pretty self! tee hee
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