A Story About an Auntie and a Kaya Waffle
I have this insatiable craving for waffles for the past 2 weeks and if I wasn’t sure that I had male genitalia, I would have deduced that I am at least 2 months pregnant.
After devouring a 3 piece original chicken meal and a coconut pie at KFC last week, my stomach gave my head a holler, complaining that it wasn’t fully satisfied with the offerings from my oil drenched fingers. Stomach wanted a nice warm, crispy waffle coated with kaya to complete the meal and so the brain, being weak and all, agreed.
I ended outside a cake shop which must been serving the residents around my area for the last decade and more. I stood 2nd in the queue, with an Auntie in front of me. There were 2 waffle machines in operation and it was akin to watching a higher deity create life as my saliva coat the non-existant waffle in my mouth.
The shop attendant noted my order as she passed 2 freshly made waffles to the Auntie in front of me. Unexpectedly, the Auntie didn’t move an inch upon receiving the holy items. It turned out that she was waiting for 1 more waffle!
Being Singaporean, the usual scenario played out in this situation would have her and me wait X minutes for the waffle machines to churn out a pair of those yummy stuffs but the Auntie turned to me and said in chinese,
“You can have my kaya waffle!”
“Er.. Auntie. It’s okay! I can wait!”
She reached out into her plastic back and held the steaming waffle in my face, “Take it! Waiting time for 2 waffles (for me) is the same as 1!”
“Thanks Auntie!”
I took the waffle gratefully and made my payment and I made sure I said my thanks again before leaving the shop.
It could have been my face screaming ‘I NEED A KAYA WAFFLE NOW!!’, but I think I have met a rare Singaporean with a kind heart and actions to prove it. It may seem like a stupid small gesture but I don’t think many people will do what she did.
By the way, I finished the waffle barely halfway to my house.
