There's something about safety pins

J's rushing to do corsages for tomorrow's wedding, and discovers that she's run out of safety pins, so she sends me to the Cold Storage across the road to get some.

Only problem is, they don't have any.

We pile into the car and drive to Bedok central. J tells me not to park as she'll be quick. So I wait.

And wait. And wait. Some indeterminable time later, J finally comes back to the car with three dozen pins, looking all frazzled and irritated.

Apparently the ABC "cheapest in Singapore" store didn't stock them. Neither did Watsons ("your personal store"), nor did the next two shops. After some frantic searching, relief surfaced in the form of a pasar malam-esque miscellaneous goods shop.

For 30¢ per dozen.