Push me, Shove me but don’t touch me

*Hung my head in shame*
You might imagine how it might turn out to be – 6,000 Robinsons female shoppers are invited for a night of shopping with great offers/bargains and freebies to be collected.

Newspaper Headlines:-
World War III strikes Singapore… Right smacked in Orchard Road

Where the ladies were beyond control; where hurling complaints rained down like grenades and bombs, where queues for freebies were as extensive and desperate as food rationing outlets....

I have anticipated a chaotic scene but was not prepared for the worst to come..

Let’s begin with the ‘Grand Arrival’, which was scheduled to be 6.30pm.
At 5.45pm, queue of ladies with pink invites stretched from Centrepoint, Robinsons main entrance to Marks & Spencer…
My 4 male models, looking dashing in their black suits, all ready to greet the ladies with roses and goodie bags on hand…. They were doing a good job of handling the task of giving 1 goodie bag per invite…. despite some hard bargaining from aunties -negotiating for another one…
I was standing right in the middle of the entrance, in desperate bid to slow the rushing gush of crowd into the store… but to no avail. I was shoved and pushed around…
The models were laughing and conversing in their foreign language…. Realized that they were amused by the antic of this auntie….
She went to one model and got her goodie bag… then like a salmon, swimming vigorously in opposite direction of the flow… got out of store and tried to get another goodie bag from another model with the same invite… *sigh.. this is so embarrassing… Typical Singaporeans…?*
Let’s leave this horrible segment with you knowing that the ladies will do anything to get an extra goodie bag- be it lying with a straight face or arguing over a fucking doorgift...

"Oooo…. I just love to queue!"
Can’t believe my eyes… a super long queue forming right in front of the F&B backarea.. where my caterer dispensing drinks for the waiters to serve with butler’s service…. My client gave me the Eye – “Stop them from queuing!!”
Don and I went over, started to requested the ladies not to queue..

“Hi ladies, you need not to queue for drinks… there are waiters around the store to serve you drinks and food on trays… why queue? Spend more time to walk and shop!”

Frankly speaking, most of them didn’t know what they are queuing for… Saw line forming from a counter – thus, in hope of getting more freebies, they joined in. When knew it’s only for drinks, some of them dropped out of the line happily. BUT… 80% smiled back at me… replied “Orh…” and remained fixated with their place in the queue… *Arrgghh… pulling hair*

At Level 2 – where the queues for freebies, went around the entire store… Clients weren’t too pleased cos everyone was concentrating on queuing – not shopping! When the fashion show was about to start, our Emcee (sweet Denise Keller) made announcement that the gift redemption counters will be closed for now.. but the queue remained, unmoved - blocking the walkways for the models.
Desperate last resort – Don started to move the counter away to the storeroom… and the queue followed tightly behind him, across the store! Such a comical sight indeed…!

Hahahaha.. So much so much funny and shocking happenings that night. Just a typical day of an Event….
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He was there at Robinsons as well. This time, we finally have a chance to talk for more than few seconds… I asked why was he looking so grumpy the whole day.. And…
He smiled warmly, touched me and said that - do not be deceived by his stern look. He was fine… *But I am not…*

The Touch
It’s more like a pat on my shoulder blade that lingered on for 3 sec..
I was taken aback…. Alarm bells ringing frantically in my mind…
Oh my god… He is Gay

Ethan agreed too… - only gays will be comfortable about casual physical touch with girls… I barely know him – if he could touch someone he just got to know without hesitation during conversations…. Isn’t it obvious? Maybe I am reading too much into such minor detail… The girls in office held the Touch up with an optimistic reason - he likes me...

Of course, I hoped for the latter possibility - but something warned me not….
*sighs... Guys, any views on this?*