Lost Wallet
A title can mean a lot of things, and sometimes it can also contain a code that needs deciphering. Whenever a title sounds a tad kiddush or a bit unique, a reader’s mind interprets it into a somewhat interesting material for them to read or to look forward to seeing it. For example, V for Vendetta, The Matrix, Austin Powers, Clockwork Orange, The Ren and Stimpy Show and etc etc. These titles somehow works as agents that stimuli the right brain into making the vessel (your body) to acknowledge and raise curiosity about that certain title.
Well tough luck ladies and gents, because this is just a straight up title about a guy that lost his wallet and how he manage the whole day of not thinking about it while he was at work.
I came late today around 11.30 because I was in Uptown to do something. When I arrived at Menara Olympia, I figured I should get me something to drink or a snack since I haven’t ate the whole day. As soon as I reached the escalator, I notice my back pocket didn’t have a smooth, bumpy surface that always sticks out of my ass. So I panicked and searched for it frantically in my bag, in my pants and all the way from where I left my trail.
Nothing…completely. Nothing…
That was it, I lost my wallet and knowing the environment that we live in, I figure it would be a matter of seconds my wallet will be strip bare-naked by the beast or creature that took it. Alas poor wallet, I knew him well.
I sulked and slump as I walk to my office while persuading myself that “these things happen” and I think that’s why they created that smiley badge with that two letter word to cheer people up it. As I sat down on my chair and turn on my old iMac, my mind runs wildly thinking why did this ever happen to me? Did I offend anyone? (maybe), Did I ever hurt anyone? (umm) and Did I ever betray anyone? (nope). I slumped in my chair and try to clear my mind off bout it.
10 mins later.
Phone Conversation:
Caller : Encik S.Muhammad Azraai?
Me: Ye saya, Siapa ni?
Caller: Encik ada hilang beg dompet atau wallet?
Me: (shocked) err, Ya saya ada hilang sabuah dompet! Tadi saya tengah cari tak jumpa2!
Caller: He he, Encik sila dating ke Balai Polis Tun Razak kerana dompet anda ada selamat dengan saya.
Me: Terima kasih banyak2. Saya akan segera ke sana.
(The phone conversation was not this rigid but in fact it was much more flirtier and funnier. It’s just that you have to hear it rather than me typing it. )
And ladies and gents, that’s how a lost wallet became a found wallet. Didn’t expect to see that ending didn’t you? heheh
(The wallet was safe and sound and it was not strip naked by the kind person who turn in my wallet. Thank you whoever you are.)
Well tough luck ladies and gents, because this is just a straight up title about a guy that lost his wallet and how he manage the whole day of not thinking about it while he was at work.
I came late today around 11.30 because I was in Uptown to do something. When I arrived at Menara Olympia, I figured I should get me something to drink or a snack since I haven’t ate the whole day. As soon as I reached the escalator, I notice my back pocket didn’t have a smooth, bumpy surface that always sticks out of my ass. So I panicked and searched for it frantically in my bag, in my pants and all the way from where I left my trail.
Nothing…completely. Nothing…
That was it, I lost my wallet and knowing the environment that we live in, I figure it would be a matter of seconds my wallet will be strip bare-naked by the beast or creature that took it. Alas poor wallet, I knew him well.
I sulked and slump as I walk to my office while persuading myself that “these things happen” and I think that’s why they created that smiley badge with that two letter word to cheer people up it. As I sat down on my chair and turn on my old iMac, my mind runs wildly thinking why did this ever happen to me? Did I offend anyone? (maybe), Did I ever hurt anyone? (umm) and Did I ever betray anyone? (nope). I slumped in my chair and try to clear my mind off bout it.
10 mins later.
Phone Conversation:
Caller : Encik S.Muhammad Azraai?
Me: Ye saya, Siapa ni?
Caller: Encik ada hilang beg dompet atau wallet?
Me: (shocked) err, Ya saya ada hilang sabuah dompet! Tadi saya tengah cari tak jumpa2!
Caller: He he, Encik sila dating ke Balai Polis Tun Razak kerana dompet anda ada selamat dengan saya.
Me: Terima kasih banyak2. Saya akan segera ke sana.
(The phone conversation was not this rigid but in fact it was much more flirtier and funnier. It’s just that you have to hear it rather than me typing it. )
And ladies and gents, that’s how a lost wallet became a found wallet. Didn’t expect to see that ending didn’t you? heheh
(The wallet was safe and sound and it was not strip naked by the kind person who turn in my wallet. Thank you whoever you are.)
Comments
Bless your kind heart!