Unfiltered Story #324659
It’s February 2021, before the vaccine got widely distributed. Back then, when you tested positive, the Singaporean Government would swoop not only you, but every single close contact of yours, and send them all for quarantine.
Because my Sectionmate tested positive, our entire section had to spend the entirety of our Chinese New Year period in isolation.
I don’t think any of us were really too mad about it. We got to spend two weeks of our National Service on paid vacation (not leave) lazing around in a five-star hotel in Sentosa. There was aircon, free wifi, comfortable Queen-sized bed, hot water, a warmed toilet seat with a bidet…
Mom: “So you were essentially having a paid staycation! Give us back all our concern about you!”
Me: “Mwahaha! Envy at my great luck!”
Older Brother: “Okay, but were there any downsides to the staycation?”
Me: “The food. Every single meal was spicy. And you know me, I can’t take spicy food.”
Younger Brother: *nonchalantly eating spicy noodles* “Yeah, you’re a wimp.”
I whack him in a mostly playful manner.
Dad: “Yeah, that must have been bad. I can’t take spicy food either.”
Me: “Uh huh. The spicy food really messed up my digestion. I somehow managed to get both diarrhoea and constipation in the same day, which I didn’t even realise was physically possible.”
We all laugh.
Mom: “So did you ask for less spicy food?”
Me: “Uh… no.”
Older Brother: “Why not? They didn’t allow it or something?”
Me: “I genuinely didn’t even think of doing that.”
There’s a beat of silence.
Me: “Look, hindsight is 20-20, alright?”
It’s July 2022. Absolutely none of them have let me live it down yet.