Reaching into my pockets to empty them, I’m reminded (by the crumpled, fortunately clean wrapper) of the decent-tasting red bean flavor soft-serve from a 7-11 a bit after lunch time (gulped down at the last second to board the minibus back). Normally I don’t like red bean much, but the 7-11 soft-serve version isn’t gritty enough to bother me. It went down pretty well.
Mundane enough, but utterly exotic (red bean flavor, public transport, and paying for both with Octopus) compared to my previous normal life.
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