Uncle AWOL

There are three things I like Chinatown for - cheap toiletries, even cheaper CDs and fishballs.

So to my dismay, I reacently discovered that my favourite CD shop in Chinatown changed hands. Its a tiny shop at Pearl's Centre (the one smack right outside Outram MRT) nestled in between Giordano and my other favourite - the fishball stall.

Instead of the always cheery, middle-aged uncle I find sitting behind shaky stacks of CDs, a surly looking girl took his usual spot instead. Ever optimistic, I asked the girl
"Do you have the new Jack Johnson album?"
"Jack Johnson?" blank look. "Ask him, ask him." she pointed to another sales assistant.
"Where is the regular uncle?"
"I dunno. Ask him, ask him"

"Oh Jack Johnson, there you go..." he said, passing me Jack's Curious George soundtrack from ions back.
"Do you have his latest?"
"He came out with a new one?"

Disappointed. "Do you have The Roots?"
"Erm, you look under R."

I searched and gave up...
"Where is the regular uncle?"
"I dunno. They didn't say."

First of all, Uncle knows where all his CDs are kept in that strange non-alphabetised, organised chaos manner. No one has to search for CDs because he knows exactly where to dig them out from. This is the man who gently chided me when I asked for POD (for the record, I was asking on a friend's behalf) "Pod? Pod? Oh you mean Payable On Death. P.O.D ah?" he said then. This is the man who knew the difference between Ryan Adams and the other Adams. This is the man who generously passes out his business cards and says "Next time, call before you come so we can check the stocks for you."

Uncle will never ask me to look under R.

~SeamonkeY~