You didn’t want to stop and trouble this poor man, make him look a right fool. Was it worth it, really? Back in the day they sold fairy-floss at the fairgrounds that rainbow colour that made you sick after—the Royal Melbourne Show, chundering following a ride on the Mad Mouse. Here out front Paya Lebar MRT in the hands of a bespectacled Chinese chap in his blue polo, the form was feather-duster. Sing’ had won awards for its greenery & cleanliness of course, man here aiding the enterprise. Inspect coming all do… Manpower inspect it may have been, in the bitten-off, gnarly English. (There was a government department of that name, Ministry of Manpower, mainly handling foreign workers. All the illegals kept a keen eye-out.) This was the adjunct to the main station the other side of Sims Avenue, linking the Yellow Line. An access point without any shops or stalls. Out front on the two sides trees by the roadways and raised concrete garden beds, 8inch parapets. Stooping a little, the man waved his coloured duster over the top of the walls, using the point. Were he to brush horizontally, which would be better, he would need to bend further. Little imagination was required to bring up the super on his rounds. Between times pics sent back to the office would suffice.
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