A story at Starbuck

Today, when I sit at Starbuck coffee, an old auntie approach me to sell mint candy and mentos. After a tired working day, I decided to buy for her.

This incident reminds me another story when I ignored an old woman at San Francisco. She helped me to use BART system (similar to MRT in Singapore). Then she asked me for 3$ for a ticket back home. I denied since I don’t have much money either. But after that, I felt guilty. It might be trivial to me but it may made a big difference to such poor people.

…I can still remember that day when I walked from the train station, Caltrain. Even I passed by Hemingway house which I didn’t ever know its existence before. I regretted those moments.

Back to my story, I bought two mentos sticks from her. Surprisingly I realized the mentos are made in Vietnam. A sense of national product? In fact it is cheaper than Singapore when it is made in developing countries. Like when I buy coke from a shop in clementi, ’cause all the products in that store are directly imported from China or Indonesia.
It is how she earned her living day by day. Wish all the happiness come to her at the end of the day!


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