4th Sep 09 (Fri), 2120 hrs: Solitary beer-sipping uncle

It was balmy, perhaps it rained in the afternoon. I was distracted in the afternoon, so can't remember if it did (rain, I mean).


I walked past by Ghim Moh hawker centre to my right.
He was sitting at a table. Should be in his late 40s or early 50s. Standard uncle attire of seasoned stripped polo T and faded black slacks. A lonely bottle of Tiger stood half-empty, the ice-bucket and mug his (her?) companions; (should be "his" cause Tiger, unless Tigress).


Alone, so no reason to guzzle or talk loudly or joke. Just sipping and staring ahead. Didn't look angry or sad. Maybe lonely, cause Friday night. Family? Hard to say. He wasn't curious and didn't check out passers-by. 


Hope it's a one-off. Every week like this can be real downer for a life.