I hate the rain.

And it happened to rain yesterday as clarrissa and i were rushing as we were almost late heading to ac from buona vista mrt station, and i realised that i'd forgotten to bring a plastic bag to keep my wet umbrella in. Not wanting to get my bag and erhu wet, i remarked at how tempting it was to just flag a cab. Just as we walked past the taxi stand, a cab drove down the lane. We flagged for it and got into it. (On an absolutely irrelevant note, erhu's are oh-so cab-unfriendly.) The cab fare cost us $2.80, of which $0.80 was the actual amount incurred travelling on the road.

When i got home after practice, my dad was packing for his trip to China. I went on with my life, having dinner and doing homework. After awhile, i noticed him looking out the window repeatedly, muttering to himself. NOT wondering if he was peeping at the neighbours, i asked him what he was doing. With a pensive look on his face he said "There aren't many cabs out right now, maybe i should go down earlier to wait by the side of the road instead of hailing one and incurring an extra $2.50."

You wouldn't believe how ashamed i was of myself then.

This is a man who slaves away in the office, tolerating shit from customers, and annoying me by asking me how to do up a powerpoint presentation (simple to me, but obviously not to him since he didn't grow up with computers), and he's still has to think twice about calling a cab. Yet extravagant little me comes along and spends $2.80 with only a fleeting moment of guilt.
Okaye, i'm at a lost at how i should conclude. I shall be off then.