my main squeeze (singapore)

I missed my first flight to Kuala Lumpur so they booked me on the next Singapore Airlines flight that had seats available. But there was one catch that the lady at the checkout counter told me, “Sadly, there are no more flights until the next day after you get to Singapore.”

I smiled. “There is nothing sad about that.” And I brought out my mobile and SMS’d my counselor. “I am hitting Sing. Want to counsel me?”

I only waited a couple of seconds before she replied back, “I have a hot date. But I can make time.”

“Consider it a date.”

SMS came back, “I do not date my patients.” I frowned on that one. But it was quickly followed up with, “You are my exception.”

I SMS’d back just to throw fuel on the fire, “Sorry, I do not date counselors.”

I had received my ticket from the ticket counter lady and was heading to the Airport Express train when I receive her final reprieve. “Screw you.”

“Sadly, you can’t. I am your patient.”

That’s when my Blackberry vibrated. I pulled it out and saw PRIVATE NUMBER splashed on the front. I did a roll dial and a push to answer. “Whatup!”

“You like to give me shit, do you?”

“Well because you give me shit.”

“That’s my job. Not yours.”

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