On being discrete.Had a drama event this week.White Shirt enters shop; goes into a corner and starts inspecting merchandise. He proceeds to pick a few for purchase.Blue Shirt enters shop; carrying a plastic bag. He too, proceeds to the corner. BS then pulls a pair of black heels from the plastic bag and flings it at WS."Are these the shoes you were looking for?"And to everyone's surprise, he proceeds to punch WS. Not very professionally either. I lated noted that WS did not bear any very obvious wounds or bruises. I would expected him to put more grunt into it.WS didn't retaliate and instead seemed to just trying to protect his face.The building security was called in. BS and WS were separated. BS was then hustled out of our store, as WS is a customer, he got to stay in. Whereupon he proceeded to use our store as a place of safe refuge.BS was stalking Ws from outside our shop. He would walk across our entrance much like how the Istana gurads would march repeatedly to and fro. In the meantime, apparently his wife called him and I could hear snatches of conversation as he replied loudly into his phone."Don't tell me nothing's going on""Then why you go overseas with him? Why you go to hotel and meet him?""Why did he come and pick you up from Changi Airport?""Why you go hotel with him?""You want money is it?""He got money is it?""He has a wife you know?"The man must be either seriously free, or he could have hired a PI.Then BS hung up and WS got a call. WS conducted his cellphone business in a more quiet manner, so I couldn't hear much without appearing too kaypoh.And then BS started shouting into our shop."Go back to Indonesia lah. Singapore doesn't want people like you." (Actually, Govt. welcomes them. So do many retailers. Who wouldn't like a rich Indonesian to walk in?)"Got money, so what?" (I rolled my eyes at this. Got money can "so" a lot of things. Be realistic.)"You got gun in Indonesia is it? Got gun so what?" (So he can shoot you there and then bribe a cop to say it's self defence? Duh!)"I go there and look, cannot find you!" (Hello! Do you have any idea how easy it is to find someone in Jakarta?)"Got wife already, still come and do this type of thing. Shameless." (And that goes for you too!)Meanwhile, WS was ignoring him totally and didn't seem too bothered. In fact, he was smiling and chatting rather amicably with another woman on the line. (I heard the voice lah, woman, confirmed.) I did hear this though as he was talking while making payment."I want to meet you now. You go to my hotel across the road and wait."Fwah! Power.A few hours later, BS abandoned his line of sight of our entrance for some seconds. At which point, WS quickly scuttled off to the alternate exit of our building. Moments later, BS came back and saw that WS was missing. He came in and peered about. (Yeah, the man is hiding under our counter...Pfft) Then, just as abruptly as he had come, he went.Sorry if I don't sound very sympathetic towards BS.The woman is your wife. Compared to other potential suitors, you have a fucking big headstart. You obviously haven't done enough to keep her happy.Losing your wife to another and getting cuckolded is not something I'd broadcast on Orchard Road. If you wanted publicity, the Chinese tabloids or The New Paper are always looking for sensational stuff. If it were me, I'd keep fucking quiet about it.Trying to beat up someone in my shop does not impress me. There is a real chance that you might have damaged my expensive and delicate merchandise. At which point, I would have to make you pay, one way or the other. You can beat him up outside.I have to say though, that BS was tall and rather good looking. And WS is this bespectacled pudgy guy. Definitely no contest in the looks department. But you have to give WS points for looking totally unruffled, ignoring the heckling of BS and continuing to look through our store. Points for style there. As the Hokkien would say, sibeh zhai.That was my little bit of drama this week.The burning question though, is: What's with the shoes?I can't figure it out to any satisfaction. Oh well...And I have cooked a successful beef steak for Apple. She liked my steak (medium) with red wine sauce and grilled veges. Yay! (Actually, i overcooked it slightly, as I was aiming for a medium rare steak.)And then Peanut proceeded to throw up some of it. Little runt.