I remember the time when you didnt have to leave home to get food...cause they came to you.
There was that man that paddles his tricycle being his mobile stall who sells noodles, fondly known as "tock tock" or "tick tock"noodles as thats the sound he makes knocking 2 pieces of wood together when he comes around.
....then there's that Indian kueh man who carries 2 large multi tiered baskets hanging at both ends of a bamboo pole over his shoulder. Selling all sorts of yummy nonya kueh.
there is also the mobile ice kacang guy and my fav used to be the "ice ball"- shaved ice coated with red sirrup and sometimes with carnation milk too.
I wonder what's happened to those guys....a dying breed that died with the times.
Nowadays, all we get coming over is the cooking gas guy and "old newspaper" man...and even then, its a tape he plays over and over again.
Hmmm....time have changed.
Oh yes, we still have our daily rotiman as well as the newspaper guy and some of us have become quite dependent on these guys as my morning wont start the same if my morning paper didnt arrive.!
Sigh, the things and people we take for granted.