There is this small, if not tiny Cantonese restaurant called 灣仔 on 常熟路. I have lots of stories in this tiny little place but here is a true story...
My dad was having a surgery in 五官科医院 two years ago. To him, cash is the king and he is such a man that believes you need to bring a stack pile of caches to the hospital. In his word - "you never know", "just in case".
Anyway after he went into the surgery room I was left in charge of his non-descriptive plain ol' duffel bag. Inside there was all his medical records, hospital prepaid receipts, stuff, and about 20,000 RMB. So, with the duffel bag in my hand, I went to 灣仔 for lunch, because it was very close distance and I always liked the place.
Fast forward a few hours, I was in a very good mood and why not? I had a good meal and left the restaurant around one in the afternoon and called a cab to my favorite foot massage place near 中山公园. Frankly, after three hour-long massage session I felt great, the streets were wonderful, the girls on the streets were lovely and my feet felt way lighter:-)
Then suddenly, I felt something not right, it wasn't suppose to be this light with my hand. By then I realized that I had lost the dufflel bag!
Now I am not the kind person who easily gets panic, okay okay it's easy for me to say that now but whatever. I calmed my nerve and gathered my wits. I jumped in a cab and told the driver to go as fast as he could to the restaurant, for that was the only place I felt I might left my bag.
I thought about to call the place ahead to ask if they'd placed my bag in their lost-and-found but you know the deal with Shanghai. 10+ million souls and 99.9% of them were money hunger, it was wise not to alert anything, so I thought.
Long story short, the second I walked into 灣仔 I immediately looked at the seat where I sat earlier. And, my poor little blue duffel bag, sat there lonely looking at me.
That was a lucky day in anywhere, let alone in a hustling and bustling town like Shanghai. It was almost unheard of rare.
Oh did I tell you that old duffel bag belong to my mom and she used it all the time in her late years, before she passed away to cancer?
Say whatever you like, it's my belief that mom was looking after me from the above in that shining summer day...
哈哈,真好!这是在哪里?
大家都保留一颗纯真的童心 ,不用了,已经返老还童了.
(真是老糊涂了,在香港四月一日是愚人节,四月四号是儿童节?)
呵呵呵,祝你也节日快乐!大家都保留一颗纯真的童心:)
欢迎好朋友!谢谢常常关注。
见到你很高兴,总是给我美好的鼓励!谢谢你!
不晚,不晚!你总是在我最近的地方,最真实的出现,我的好朋友!
[这些年来,我一直背着这只简单的小黑包,从不在乎别人的眼神,名牌包并不能给我带来自信,真正的幸福不一定需要华丽的外表来装饰。]这句话真是教育人啊,自己也感到惭愧,不知什么时候能改掉爱买名牌包包的臭习惯。
真的赞赏姐姐的人生态度。也谢谢你经常给予我的理财经验和知识。
祝周末愉快!
大家一起好好努力诚信,维护和享受这个美好的生活环境。
问候丽雅和好朋友们!
谢谢分享!~~
预祝周末快乐!
钟头后,还在饭桌上放着。 太太在路边店吃饭, 忘记了她的Dior包。开车几十英里后才想起来。店员将包还给她。
英国就不一样了.
yes erdong. that's it. thanks for the picture.that place is well known.
我从不买什么名牌包给自己。实用才好。我最爱我的布包包。9个Compartmemt,Heavyduty Belt。尿片都能放好几个。
灣仔是在宝庆路山吧?我拍过照片:
http://blog.wenxuecity.com/myblog/17373/201202/29099.html
问好潇潇.
There is this small, if not tiny Cantonese restaurant called 灣仔 on 常熟路. I have lots of stories in this tiny little place but here is a true story...
My dad was having a surgery in 五官科医院 two years ago. To him, cash is the king and he is such a man that believes you need to bring a stack pile of caches to the hospital. In his word - "you never know", "just in case".
Anyway after he went into the surgery room I was left in charge of his non-descriptive plain ol' duffel bag. Inside there was all his medical records, hospital prepaid receipts, stuff, and about 20,000 RMB. So, with the duffel bag in my hand, I went to 灣仔 for lunch, because it was very close distance and I always liked the place.
Fast forward a few hours, I was in a very good mood and why not? I had a good meal and left the restaurant around one in the afternoon and called a cab to my favorite foot massage place near 中山公园. Frankly, after three hour-long massage session I felt great, the streets were wonderful, the girls on the streets were lovely and my feet felt way lighter:-)
Then suddenly, I felt something not right, it wasn't suppose to be this light with my hand. By then I realized that I had lost the dufflel bag!
Now I am not the kind person who easily gets panic, okay okay it's easy for me to say that now but whatever. I calmed my nerve and gathered my wits. I jumped in a cab and told the driver to go as fast as he could to the restaurant, for that was the only place I felt I might left my bag.
I thought about to call the place ahead to ask if they'd placed my bag in their lost-and-found but you know the deal with Shanghai. 10+ million souls and 99.9% of them were money hunger, it was wise not to alert anything, so I thought.
Long story short, the second I walked into 灣仔 I immediately looked at the seat where I sat earlier. And, my poor little blue duffel bag, sat there lonely looking at me.
That was a lucky day in anywhere, let alone in a hustling and bustling town like Shanghai. It was almost unheard of rare.
Oh did I tell you that old duffel bag belong to my mom and she used it all the time in her late years, before she passed away to cancer?
Say whatever you like, it's my belief that mom was looking after me from the above in that shining summer day...
Thanks for sharing, take care.