I have always thought that only common people like me have to worry about rising costs but here is proof that even the elites can be troubled by monetary woes.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
The Lift And Yoda
I was walking towards the lift below my flat today, after a long and tiring day at work, carrying bags of takeaways from MacDonald's which will serve as dinner for my family.
Though the takeaways were damn heavy (3 sets of up-sized meals and 3 free Olympic cups hor...) my 'muscular' arms barely feel the strain.
However, despite my superhuman strength, it will be difficult to press the lift buttons as it is damn hard to maneuver your fingers when you are carrying a lot of bags.
Lucky for me though, a guy (whom I don't think I have ever seen before) reached the lift before me and seeing that I was laden with many plastic bags, he kindly pressed the button to hold the lift open for me.
After expressing my thanks, I quickly entered the lift and was about to press the button for the 3rd floor - the level where my house is.
But before I could even lift my hand, that guy had reached out with lightning speed and pressed the button for the 3rd floor.
Being a very logical person (and a logical person always numbered out his thoughts), I came out with the several plausible explanations as to why that guy had pressed for the 3rd floor -
1) He is a friend/relative of my neighbors and he is visiting them
2) He is a insurance agent to my neighbors
3) He had pressed for the wrong floor
4) He is a neighbor... whom I had never noticed before
As these thoughts were running in my mind though, this guy very decisively pressed the button for the 6th floor which kinda shows that he wasn't going to the third floor. I was very amazed then and came to the very irrational conclusion that -
1) This guy has some kind of psychic powers and had somehow known that I had wanted to press for the 3rd floor and thus had pressed it for me
2) I am like one of those ordinary people in the TV show 'Heroes' who has just discovered my powers of mind control (Woaha!) and had just used my great powers to control the guy.
However, like I have stated earlier in my post, I am a logical and no nonsense kinda person, so I immediately dismissed these silly thoughts.
But as a very astonished me got out on the 3rd floor, I could not help but get a closer look at this guy before the lift doors closed.
The guy is an uncle in his late 30s or early 40s, has quite a few wrinkles, and is quite short (a full head shorter than me... which is really very short)
In fact, come to think of it, he kinda looks like this....
Less green of course...
I was racking my brain on why this picture looks so familiar when it struck me...
Yoda is living on the 6th floor.
Omigod, May the force be with me.
*P.S.
I mean no disrespect to the kind uncle who held the lift for me. I am really thankful for that kind act. I also happen to hold Yoda in high esteem and when I said Yoda, I actually really meant Master Yoda and if that kind uncle really happen to possess any psychic powers and is now reading my mind while I am writing this very nonsense post, I will be really be appreciative if he can pass on some of his powers to me so that I can increase my chance on not dying a virgin. As always, anything in this blog that might piss off anybody should be treated as nonsensical ramblings.
Though the takeaways were damn heavy (3 sets of up-sized meals and 3 free Olympic cups hor...) my 'muscular' arms barely feel the strain.
However, despite my superhuman strength, it will be difficult to press the lift buttons as it is damn hard to maneuver your fingers when you are carrying a lot of bags.
Lucky for me though, a guy (whom I don't think I have ever seen before) reached the lift before me and seeing that I was laden with many plastic bags, he kindly pressed the button to hold the lift open for me.
After expressing my thanks, I quickly entered the lift and was about to press the button for the 3rd floor - the level where my house is.
But before I could even lift my hand, that guy had reached out with lightning speed and pressed the button for the 3rd floor.
Being a very logical person (and a logical person always numbered out his thoughts), I came out with the several plausible explanations as to why that guy had pressed for the 3rd floor -
1) He is a friend/relative of my neighbors and he is visiting them
2) He is a insurance agent to my neighbors
3) He had pressed for the wrong floor
4) He is a neighbor... whom I had never noticed before
As these thoughts were running in my mind though, this guy very decisively pressed the button for the 6th floor which kinda shows that he wasn't going to the third floor. I was very amazed then and came to the very irrational conclusion that -
1) This guy has some kind of psychic powers and had somehow known that I had wanted to press for the 3rd floor and thus had pressed it for me
2) I am like one of those ordinary people in the TV show 'Heroes' who has just discovered my powers of mind control (Woaha!) and had just used my great powers to control the guy.
However, like I have stated earlier in my post, I am a logical and no nonsense kinda person, so I immediately dismissed these silly thoughts.
But as a very astonished me got out on the 3rd floor, I could not help but get a closer look at this guy before the lift doors closed.
The guy is an uncle in his late 30s or early 40s, has quite a few wrinkles, and is quite short (a full head shorter than me... which is really very short)
In fact, come to think of it, he kinda looks like this....
Less green of course...
I was racking my brain on why this picture looks so familiar when it struck me...
Yoda is living on the 6th floor.
Omigod, May the force be with me.
*P.S.
I mean no disrespect to the kind uncle who held the lift for me. I am really thankful for that kind act. I also happen to hold Yoda in high esteem and when I said Yoda, I actually really meant Master Yoda and if that kind uncle really happen to possess any psychic powers and is now reading my mind while I am writing this very nonsense post, I will be really be appreciative if he can pass on some of his powers to me so that I can increase my chance on not dying a virgin. As always, anything in this blog that might piss off anybody should be treated as nonsensical ramblings.
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