Singapore Fried Rice and a kiss!

I need to start carrying a journal with me so i can jot down ideas when they spring to mind. Am i the only one who during the course of the day experiences something and makes a mental note to blog about it? Well i have had alotttttttt of those moments this week but for some reason it always skips my mind. This particular event didn't though....

Two days ago habibi and I decided to order chinese (i had been having some weird craving for singapore fried rice for ages!). Habibi dropped me off at the restaurant to place the order while he went to park the car. I had just placed our order when i felt someone kiss the back of my head.............habibi loves playing pranks big time but i knew it wasn't him that kissed my head.I was too freaked out to turn around to even confront the person (mind you there were 5 other people waiting to pick up their orders). Who could this freak possibly be?

Just before habibi walked in a young black man who i had hardly paid any attention too earlier moved to my right side (it dawned on me that he was the weirdo who kissed my head). On a good day i would have either slapped or cussed him out but i just felt like i ought to shut up i think it was more out of fear. As soon as habibi walked in (i gathered liver!) and told my husband what happened. He told me the guy was probably off his trolley and that i should just move away from Mr Weirdo. A few minutes later i had to pay for my order and Mr Weirdo decided to give me some of his money (u should have seen the look of horror on my face).

Fastforward five minutes he starts cussing at the t.v and two policemen walked in. Apparently he had gotten into an arguement with another customer prior to my arrival at the restaurant. He told the officers he suffered from autism and wasn't trying to get arrested again (guess this was a regular occurance with him). I sat there feeling so sorry for him eventhough he just invaded my space. I know of a professor from my old college who had two autistic children but i never really had any contact with them. This guy was probably in his late teens and already the path he has to take in life is jacked up. He kept marching around the restaurant, and even changed the 'open' sign at the door to 'closed'.

Its at moments liks this that i am truly grateful for who i am and what I am.All i kept saying after the officers left was 'oluwa mo dupe temi' (lord i am grateful for my portion in life).

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