The Honest Hokkien Mee Man
This Tuesday afternoon (3rd February), about 2pm, I went back there to buy liang teh (cooling tea) as I was feeling yit hei (heaty). As I made my way to the liang teh stall, the man in the picture suddenly clasped my shoulder.
I didn’t recognise him from Adam. Motioning to his stall, he started off by saying in Singlish, “Do you remember you bought from me last time?” I confess, my first reaction was, “Oh no, I didn’t pay or didn’t pay enough?” You see, he was kinda tough-looking.
What a terrible and suspicious reaction. I felt so bad after.
He said, “You ordered $6 Hokkien Mee but I gave you $4 pack by mistake.” He thrust $2 into my hands. Mind you, he had to walk half-across the hawker centre to do this. Remember, this was over 2 months ago. I was shocked and couldn’t react. I thanked him, took the money and walked away.
A few seconds later, I was like, “What am I doing?”
I walked back to him, gave him a semi-hug (I couldn’t deal with a bear hug in a hawker centre with a sweaty dude I don’t know) and thanked him again. I told him that he was totally amazing for doing this. I mean he must have been waiting to spot me for two months. I would have never known I was given a smaller pack. Even if I knew, I wouldn’t have remembered.
I asked him if I could snap a picture of him in front of the stall.
An act like this is enough to blot out a thousand dark acts.
The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. (John 1:5 NASB)
It reminded me to have hope in humanity and to guard my own heart.
Thank you sir. Thank you.