We were on our way to the city in a taxi.
We were going to board a bus to Tioman for a family holiday.
Dad started talking to the taxi driver.
The driver said he was a grandfather.
Dad guessed his age correctly.
They were the same age.
One month apart, to be precise.
As we neared the city, dad said he used to stay in this area.
The taxi driver said so did he.
Dad got really excited and started recalling things.
He realised used to buy from the taxi driver's father's shop down the road.
They laughed as they thought about the old days.
The taxi man said he used to go to Monks' Hill Secondary.
Dad's reaction to that was so over the top I thought only I could do it.
You see, he was also from Monks' Hill Secondary.
They started talking about popular teachers in their time.
What an amazing way to start a holiday.
But seriously...
What are the chances of randomly bumping into someone of your same age, who lived in the same neighbourhood as you, and attended the same school as you in your batch, while on the way to Tioman?
Dad was still reeling from the excitement when we boarded the bus.
As more passengers boarded the bus to Tioman, I recognised one girl.
"Mei Xuan!" I called out.
It was my turn to be excited.
She was my classmate in Tanjong Katong Secondary who also lived in Punggol.
What are the chances of randomly bumping into someone of your same age, who lived in the same neighbourhood as you, and attended the same school as you in your batch, while on the way to Tioman?
And what are the chances of this person booking a holiday package from the same agent, for a stay at the same resort, for the same length of time, as you?
The chances are probably as high as dad ever winning at a game of cards.
It never happens.
But it all did in Tioman, the island of dreams.
We were going to board a bus to Tioman for a family holiday.
Dad started talking to the taxi driver.
The driver said he was a grandfather.
Dad guessed his age correctly.
They were the same age.
One month apart, to be precise.
As we neared the city, dad said he used to stay in this area.
The taxi driver said so did he.
Dad got really excited and started recalling things.
He realised used to buy from the taxi driver's father's shop down the road.
They laughed as they thought about the old days.
The taxi man said he used to go to Monks' Hill Secondary.
Dad's reaction to that was so over the top I thought only I could do it.
You see, he was also from Monks' Hill Secondary.
They started talking about popular teachers in their time.
What an amazing way to start a holiday.
But seriously...
What are the chances of randomly bumping into someone of your same age, who lived in the same neighbourhood as you, and attended the same school as you in your batch, while on the way to Tioman?
Dad was still reeling from the excitement when we boarded the bus.
As more passengers boarded the bus to Tioman, I recognised one girl.
"Mei Xuan!" I called out.
It was my turn to be excited.
She was my classmate in Tanjong Katong Secondary who also lived in Punggol.
What are the chances of randomly bumping into someone of your same age, who lived in the same neighbourhood as you, and attended the same school as you in your batch, while on the way to Tioman?
And what are the chances of this person booking a holiday package from the same agent, for a stay at the same resort, for the same length of time, as you?
The chances are probably as high as dad ever winning at a game of cards.
It never happens.
But it all did in Tioman, the island of dreams.
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