Well-Worn Traveler

Bugger. You do have to worry at the first, immediate guess of the waiter's at Paul, Takashimaya. As if he had drawn a gun from his white baker's coat pocket and fired a shot. Haven't seen you a while. Traveling? Worn, creased, tired eyes, the signature panama right there on the table-top. Thailand?... Pedophile was he thinking? Certainly he had never seen the busty young dark bikini babe paraded there before him. (Only beautiful demure Anita a couple of times in her scarf.) Beaches, bars, brothels. Catamarans, coke, caviar. That how he had you pegged?... At Tiffany & Co one floor down the old suited shaved-head guy behind the heavy glass door was waiting to deliver his own greeting. It would be really something at Tiff.
         When It Tastes So Good You Forget To Instagram It at the bus-stop on Kallang Road returning. High rotation there and costing a pretty penny no doubt.