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 五官科醫院 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 中山公園. 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!這是在哪裏?
大家都保留一顆純真的童心 ,不用了,已經返老還童了.
(真是老糊塗了,在香港四月一日是愚人節,四月四號是兒童節?)
嗬嗬嗬,祝你也節日快樂!大家都保留一顆純真的童心:)
歡迎好朋友!謝謝常常關注。
見到你很高興,總是給我美好的鼓勵!謝謝你!
不晚,不晚!你總是在我最近的地方,最真實的出現,我的好朋友!
[這些年來,我一直背著這隻簡單的小黑包,從不在乎別人的眼神,名牌包並不能給我帶來自信,真正的幸福不一定需要華麗的外表來裝飾。]這句話真是教育人啊,自己也感到慚愧,不知什麽時候能改掉愛買名牌包包的臭習慣。
真的讚賞姐姐的人生態度。也謝謝你經常給予我的理財經驗和知識。
祝周末愉快!
大家一起好好努力誠信,維護和享受這個美好的生活環境。
問候麗雅和好朋友們!
謝謝分享!~~
預祝周末快樂!
鍾頭後,還在飯桌上放著。 太太在路邊店吃飯, 忘記了她的Dior包。開車幾十英裏後才想起來。店員將包還給她。
英國就不一樣了.
yes erdong. that's it. thanks for the picture.that place is well known.
我從不買什麽名牌包給自己。實用才好。我最愛我的布包包。9個Compartmemt,Heavyduty Belt。尿片都能放好幾個。
灣仔是在寶慶路山吧?我拍過照片:
http://blog.wenxuecity.com/myblog/17373/201202/29099.html
問好瀟瀟.
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 五官科醫院 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 中山公園. 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.