As I was waiting in line at the bank’s queue, a friendly old man behind me started chatting to the bank’s customer relations officer.

He inquired over the previous lady who worked at the front desk. She got a new job and quit this local branch. The man looked like and acted like a grandfather, being inquisitive, slightly overbearing and a silver fox.

It made me think. It opened a whole new revenue of possibilities. Do I want to go there? I am fed up of being eyed by the adulterous male cowards and the selfish lesbian borrower.

Am I that jaded to contemplate becoming one who is nourished instead of one who nourished others? I have been giving until I could give no more. Could I make a 360 degree turnaround and become a receiver?