At 7pm, an ordinary Tuesday, the train compartment was as jostling as ever. I was one of the sardines rushing back home for dinner. Most of the surrounding fish, after a hard day work, were salted. While being bombarded towards the inner space, I discovered three distinguished ladies.
The three ladies, to say the very least, were in their late 30s. Consistently war-printed, wearing jeans and stepping on high heels, the trio seemed chic. They took high-end handbags. One preferred Fendi, whilst the other two got Hermes. Both Hermes were Kelly bags, black and brown respectively. Interestingly, both Kelly bags were unbuckled, the leather straps were proudly let loose.
They were obviously mainlanders, and down-to-earth ones. After their whirlwind visit to Canton Road, Hong Kong's economy was boosted. Undoubtedly, the trio were very rich. Nevertheless, they did not mind packing in the same compartment with salted sardines. They did not forget their root. The trio mingled with the crowd, no matter how good their lives were. I was obliged to have a glance at their extravagance.
Once stepped out of the Shatin Station, Hermes could only be seen in Milan Stations.
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