A fair number of my clients live in this luxurious suburb. It always is my favourite part of the 'cake' process; to see the masterpieces get delivered and received with joy and excitement!
It's a nice Saturday afternoon to be driving into the city; traffic at it's minimum and my stress level close to zero. It would be at zero completely if this damn long sleeved buttoned down shirt of mine wasn't so uncomfortably hot and sticky after I had finished lugging the heavy boxes into my car trunk.
As I got close to the hill top where the mansion was perched; I began to get a little nervous. The relatives were here... lots of them! and their cars are parked alongside the windy narrow slopes.. Hmm... attempting a u-turn in this is going to be tricky.
A capped guard signaled for me to slow down. I stop and wind the window down. He gives me a "YEs?" - face.
I respond; "Delivery!"
He explained that if I enter the gates; I was going to have to reverse my way back down. I took a glimpse at the impossible drive way. On both my left and right... bmw's, ferarris, jaguars, porcshes, benzs and some other expensive looking cars I've never heard of...... i thought to myself; "NO WAY am i going to risk bumping into any of these babies!"
I parked myself into a cozy corner and dialed for help. I figured it would be safer to wait on the outside where it's possible to go down hill nose down.
A kind gentleman offered to push my 4 humongous boxes of pretty cupcakes up to the 'castle' on the hill while I wait in comfort for him to return with my trolly. Such chivalry! I was impressed and very grateful.
I got out of the car and stood by the tree's for some shade and breeze. There were friendly faces around me who came up to shake my hand. Most of them adult male and dressed very conservatively.
One of the young chaps shook my hand and said in Malay; "Hi, I am ___ (long long important persons title) 's driver, Who are you?"
I replied in the best Malay I could sound; "My name is Su! Hello"
The second comes up to me; shakes my hand and goes; "Hi, I am ____ and ____ (super famous important people)'s driver, nice to meet you."
I was thinking to myself "WOAHhh! these people are HERE?!"
They were curious to know what I was doing there and so I mentioned I was here to make a delivery. They chuckled and said I must be new because they've not seen me before.
I made a joke about being lazy to push the trolly up the hill and they said I'm not the type for the job. *shrug* I thought they were charming and they were pretty helpful when I attempted to make 3 point turns in between cars. Must be all that "women can't drive right-jazz"; that hoot is nonsense!
One of them introduced himself to me as being from "The 25".. with a proud head nod... I was like... ...?... wow... hey.. er... wait a minute..
I caught a glimpse of my reflection from one of the super shiny car coats. There I stood; in my black long sleeve shirt; covered toe shoes; mini sling black pouch; hair in a tight bun; 2 bobby pins on the side.
OH! They think I'm a driver for someone!
It was pretty funny; I played along; everything that I had mentioned sounded very much like a driver-delivery person too. I think they must not see many young girls in the industry; Haha they asked me where I was from; I said "The Gardens"... they were like..."wahh"....
*shrug* I thought it was cool! haha I don't think they understood that I had a shop which sold cake there. But I wasn't exactly ready to burst the bubble *grin*
I waved goodbye and told them I'd see them around when my trolly finally came back.
Come to think of it... I probably will! hehe.
I thought to myself on the drive home; "Hi! I'm a driver of Delectable Cakes!" *giggle* I should have answered that instead. With lots and lots of pride just like them :)
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