That guy that I offered to pay for his lunch (because I thought he had not money) was a freaking millionaire. Our conversations evolved mainly around our common dancing interest; which was why we never got about to talking about our jobs. He had no airs around him and he looked like your friendly neighborhood uncle. It was only after a few weeks had passed before someone who saw the two of us together came up to me and asked me,"Do you know he is a millionaire and he stays in Sentosa?" My jaw dropped.
It is not so much about talking to a millionaire that is awesome, but knowing that there are such humble people around that is ...
AWESOME!
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