Ode to Durian Seller

At the supermarket late last evening, a durian seller was harking his wares, and almost begging me to help him dispose of his durians, at an incredibly cheap price of course.

The fruit won't be able to last overnight, and I guess selling it at a loss is better than writing off his money totally. There was something pathetic about this durian seller; the desperate appeal in his faltering voice to all and sundry. I could tell he didn't have much hope of selling the rest of his durians, but he knew he had to at least try, because to face his losses in the face, it's probably more than the poor man can handle at that point.

I guess I can end this with a moral and some personal reflection of human life and human foibles and all that, but I guess I won't. I'll just leave it as such, as a story of a durian seller, who was trying to sell his durians, to nobody in particular, at 9 at night, while his fruit lay in the display, unwanted.