'An Evening Writ Large'

So i leaned over to the window side, breathing in the popular theme of the potholed streets and sardine busses - carbon monoxide, half-processed diesel/petrol fuels and various other elements - lethal in cumulative form, which by now I'm brimming with - if i were a cup. My usual scenery wasn't as interesting, from the window of that sardine ride. It consisted of the same essence though: lovers, nice rides, crap rides, people, the daily fashion victim/victor/team effort et al. I had only one damn thing on my mind:

Thermal Paper.

The moment i punched out, I asked the security person if he'd knew a place where i could get it - he said to ask the company despatch boy (who by that particular time was probably at home watching 'Drama Minggu Ini' with the family), but obviously the guard thought that it was a helpful thing to suggest. So i just left with a smirk.

Reason was this: at 5.30pm I had figured that it wasn't feasible to be shipping 6 damn rolls of the bloody thing from Slovenia to some obscure (to me anyways) location in Cambodia, and getting the thing locally would mean: no (voluntary and free) delivery from anyone who could possibly supply it (FYI, it was needed ever so desperately). So yeah, had a 'hero moment' and was momentarily fixated on a lost cause. Find it, buy it, get a receipt, claim back my money. Simple it sounds, no?

It's just that i keep finding sales promoters who keep saying, "nope-it-ain't-here-we-ain't-got-that" until i point to them that it is a.k.a. fax paper (well loved people of the paper industry, correct me if i'm wrong here). Which in turn they'd respond, "O there it is". And when i get to it, rolls and rolls of the stuff are stacked there, anticipating me, patiently resting, knowing that i would get to them, and find that: all are wider than my requirements by 2x.

Today's circumstances have just crowned me the King of Mundane.

Long live the king.

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