Brave Sir Robin

So yesterday with the extended fambly in tow (and moving in slow motion like they always do) we decided to check out The Great Singapore Flyer.

Of course I knew my mother would block up the entire stretch of Temasek Blvd with her car as she veered from extreme left to extreme right lanes of the road trying to find the entrance to the car park, but look it's the last day of a 3-day weekend and I'm too depressed to think about it.

Anyway. The other reason I wanted to check out the Flyer was not the big wheel bit of it, but also THE KENKO's FISH SPA. How intriguing it would be to sit with my feet in water as little tiny fish nibble at my toes. Closer to nature I would be. A perfect cure for end of weekend depression. Never mind that my mother, her maid and my son are all not interested and have to wait half an hour for me to finish. I am depressed. They can wait.

So at the entrance table I sit and it is a sign that they are surely doing well when the reception staff cannot be bothered to make eye contact when they say "I'll be with you in just a minute!". I sit, wait, the minutes pass, I look around and I see....

(a) a bunch of sad looking customers sitting with their feet in tanks of piss-yellow water;

(b) a bunch of fish in the piss-yellow water, not really moving; and

(c) a bunch of pale feet in piss-yellow water, being (kind of) nibbled in a half-baked way by a few listless fish.

Which is okay, even at this point. I mean, the reality is always not as cool as the fantasy, right.

Then the customer next to me, a woman, says to the receptionist: "Hey, actually I had this blister on my foot and it just burst. You think I can still put my feet in the water?" and the receptionist says "Sure, no problem. Just put a band-aid on it and you can go into the water for your treatment."