Snot-rag

 

Woman arrived at an adjacent table at the little kopi shop on the first floor at PLQ surprised when she suddenly lent over with a new pack of tissues in her hand. Freely offering, it was clear. Head bowed and fixed on the papers, took a moment to realise. 

There must have been a blow into the snot-rag just a moment before.

… (Something, something), better than – pointing at the offending article …back in pocket again.

Surely she had not been able to take a whiff of the sambal & curry smears of the weeks past from 1.1m?

Well, difficult to argue. Ya, scrunched up in the trousers was hardly best hygiene practice dealing with bodily filth. When paper tissues were so plentiful, cheap and convenient, hawked around all the eateries by the bent old pensioners and cripples.

Musta assumed the maid or wife of the Foreign Talent had forgotten to properly equip her sir/partner that morning.

Putting the counter enviro case to a woman in her late 60s, well preserved, outfitted, smelling roses of a kind, seemed inappropriate, especially after the generosity.

When hus & wife got down to it shortly afterward with the young lad they had joined at the table, all the ins & outs of effective volunteering, managing to actually get people moving, achieve some kinda useful effect, were outlined with lottsa force and earnestness. High energy. Strong clear mind. Social project Sing chop, chop style, and allied to one of the Evangelical churches, little doubt.