Chewy Chews

That’s a surprise down there I suppose. VERY SG-ean by golly! Check the franchise next time yr passing. Likely same guy who does the massage chairs beside the escalators in the malls, the candy-coloured office booths with wifi/print/scan near the dunnies at the train stations. There’s a pavement OJ machine with greenish fruit stacked behind the plastic everywhere in these parts. Presumably the machine first pierces the orb, then crushes the FFF outta it and the juice collects in styrofoam with a vacuum seal, sheathed straw stuck on the side by the smiley face. Forget how much, $5 - 6. Nutrition details, sun-kissed goodness; &etc. Seen dads showing toddlers how to operate. See, the coins go in the slot, here. On yr tippy toes. Notes, here. Don’t get yr fingers caught!… Gives them a head start on competitors in the select schools too. Vitamins ready for yr growing child. Might be a tune laid on to cover the grinding/whirring outta sight. Catty Helen in the front room in the house gets her feed fr a boutique supplier who sources in Belgium. Discerning owners would never stoop to that Chewy Chews from dispenser malarkey. Looking fwd to a Prof of Life Writing at East Anglia, shortly to publish a book on the cat craze of early C20th. This modest penman has had three cat pieces published to date, stemming from the local neighbourhood. No great mystery: gotta get yr loving wherever you can find.