Yesterday I was doing my nuclear energy report at home when my mother called home, informing me that some family friends whom she was having lunch with (2 aunties + 1 uncle) wanted to come to our house so that I could help them buy flat
. I was like, WTF!!! (no I didn't say it out)
But still, I had to entertain them right? Even if I don't like it, I still must give my mother face. So before they arrived I was boiling water, making tea, tidying the house and waiting for their grand arrival. They arrived, I served them tea, and guess what, this auntie darted straight into my study room, standing right in front of my computer and waiting for me to make things happen. What manners!
They wanted to apply for a new flat, so they wanted me to help them with the online application. But the thing is, they have computer at home, they have a daughter the same age as me, can't they ask their empress dowager aka dear daughter to do the stuff? Do I look like real estate housing agent to them?
So there I was, showing them the HDB website, letting them poke their fingers on my screen at the flat's floorplans, printing stacks of information sheets + application forms and explaining the blueprints to them which side is North which side is South. They would love it if I built a 3D computer model for them
After a few hours, the wife declared not to buy the flat anymore, saying that the area isn't near the MRT station. What the, how long do you need to realize that?! It is like you go into a Chinese restaurant, look at the menu for a full hour and then say you don't want to eat Chinese food...
I can't believe I behaved so professionally despite cursing heavily in my mind.
(NB: please, go to HDB Hub if you want to buy flat)