Tuesday, May 11, 2010

STB - LTU

I like the way airport codes come in 3 letter abbreviates.

STB - LTU could well be the flight that connects Santa Barbara, Venezuela to La Mole Airport in Saint Tropez of France..... Of course I lied the second part for anyone who wants to check on me coz LTU doesn't exist but LTT would have described the correct latter airport.

In my world however, STB - LTU would more aptly describe people with Short Term Brain - Long Term Use.

My latest peeve is with my residential neighbours......well since I live in a condominium, I don't get to choose who will be staying next to me, above or below me and the lift is a common area for alot of uncommon people to commonly commute.

I was approaching the lift one day when a girl who could not have been more than 5 was standing at the door, blocking people from entering and at the same time preventing the doors from closing. When another resident approached she just stared at him and didn't say a word. Which of course caused quite a shock with the fellow resident who could only hope the next lift would arrive soon less he wants to ride in an enclosed boxed with a psychotic 5 year old who may potentially kill him (hey....watch enough Korean horror movies and you know this Ju-on shit can catch on....)

Then a few minutes later two adults came towards the lift, the girl smiles and hold their hands as all 3 go into the lift.......

Wait a minute.....back up

pu kcab.....etunim a tiaw ......tfil eht otni og 3 lla sa dnah rieht dloh dna selims lrig eht ,tfil eht sdrawot emac stluda owt retal setunim wef a nehT

The two adults......i passed them just now....they were in the convenience store. The woman was telling the man that she does not want that particular loaf of bread, can he get another loaf with a longer expiry date.......

Like a virtual jigsaw puzzle or the pieces of information that comes to life before your eyes and forms an image before the eyes (kinda like Minority Report if you've watched it) the puzzle unfolds and it dawns upon me that the kid was a door stopper that these two adults had to produce so that they can take their own sweet time to buy bread while holding up the lift at a 31 floor condominium. If anything, I think their courtesy and brains have expired from the short term intended use......


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