This morning walking from the carpark to my workplace, I had a strong urge to buy a cup of coffee from Coffee Bean. Just before I stepped into the cafe, I remembered that my wallet was very low in cash. After digging up all the coins and notes from my wallet and coin purse, all I had was $2.90. That was not enough to buy a cup of coffee! 40 cents short! I was kind of very disappointed and feeling kind of down.
Then I looked into my wallet compartment where I have not been using ever since I have a coin purse and found exactly 40 cents! I was overjoy while amused by such a coincidence.
When I looked at the price list and realised that a small cup of coffee costs $2.90 instead. Again, that was exactly what I had found in the first place! Spooky!
The morale of the story, if any, is that when you realised that you are falling short of what is required, it doesn’t mean that you cannot achieve what you are hoping for in the first place. A small miracle may come by or think out of the box and get out of the daily routine may help (my routine was to buy a regular size cup of coffee all the time that costs $3.30).
Part II of the blog is about paying $17 for a movie that my wife and I did not watch. We had dinner with one of our friends at Marche – a restaurant that was about 5 mins away from the cinema. Either we got carried away by the conversation and or there were so many people on the street. By the time we reached the cinema, we were late. After hearing the usher telling us to go straight ahead, we dashed into one of the theater and to my surprise, our seats F5-6 were taken. Strangely, G5-6 was empty. Was my memory playing a game with me? Didn’t matter, the show has started and we just sat at G5-6.
In less than 10 mins, a couple arrived at our seats and I gathered it was time to give up our seats. We got up wanted to bust the F5-6 couple off their seats when I spoted another couple seat just two rows back. Nevermind, just as good.
It was when we were 20 mins into the show when my wife told me that this was a German movie and not a French one. Oops! Shall we leave I asked her. No point leaving she replied.
Half an hour into the show, another couple showed up and time for us to give up our seats again. The audience must have wondered why we kept hopping from one seat to another. I scanned the dark theater and found another couple seat. And we got to stay all the way till the end.
We wanted to watch a light-hearted French movie ended up watching a heavy-hearted German movie that began with a Jewish funeral and filled with Nazi vs. Jews storyline. Surprisingly, I do enjoy the movie. Having lived in Paris for more than half a year, I should have known that the language was not French, right?
I flipped through the newspaper when we got home and realised that the name of the movie is called “Rosenstrasse“.