A couple of us worked late at the customer's, and they needed to wait for us to leave before they could lock up. After a few polite attempts to evict us, they threw us out at 10.30pm. Since we were in the midst of a discussion on work, we stood tottering on the curb with our laptop bags and document files to carry on the conversation. Half an hour later, we realised we were still standing at the same spot and decided to move our discussion to a nearby hawker centre. Eventually we were bleary eyed, and it was 11.30pm and time to come home. So we did.

This entry is for leslie, who asked why I was up so late. lol.