Today i lost wallet. I hate that sinking feeling of loss and helplessness. Where you can't control your fate and there's just nothing you can do but wait and hope. As i was about to go buy my combo beef burger i noticed my stupid brown wallet was missing. The only way i could have lost it was either
a) A student reached through the glass panel risking being expelled to steal my cashless wallet
b) My colleague stole it. Possibly weird photocopy spanker
c) I dropped it in the toilet as i took off my pants to remove my oh so big tool.
d) Cleaning lady risked her job to steal my wallet
As my wallet has no cash, the only thing of value to them is my EZ link card. With my IC they could borrow money from loansharks or sign up multiple mobile subscription plans with it. I went to the ICA website to check on the replacement cost omg $100. Why is our government so nice. I was already plotting to make them waive the fee, forming a 100 excuses and pitiful sentiments. I even practiced the I'm so poor thing you sure you want to charge me look.
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I looked everywhere! The toilet, the foodcourt, the boxes on the floor in case it fell in. No where =( As i sank into depression, my colleague MSNed and told me that she would pray for me. The next minute a student cam looking for some certificate which i don't know where it's at. So i asked the msn colleague where it was and she came over to my desk, searched the boxes on the floor and omg there was my dumbass wallet in the box grinning at me. This was like 10 seconds after she msned me. PRO.
It didn't even dawn on me to pray first, like how she did, even though she wasn't the one who had lost the wallet. I relished in depression instead. Well learnt lesson. Don't anyhow blame the cleaning lady. Hur
P/S- When i find out who you are stalker, I'm gonna pinch your nipples
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