Something incredible happened this afternoon. Almost surreal.
Makes you feel like you’re in some sublime plot more intricate than the MS guy’s escape. Mediacorp scriptwriters take note of potential storylines…
Me and my property partner had our shoes ketoked. The right side. Yes just one shoe for each of us. So we were literally left with only the left shoe. Hmmn…somehow that rhymes….
So after successfully bagging one more exclusive listing to sell a flat, we found ourselves shoeless. Well, half shoeless.
Two grown men walking up and down the whole corridor sniffing for our shoes. People would have thought we were also volunteering to find that JI bugger. We even activated the button to open the huge rubbish chute door at the ground floor.
My partner was a Man on a Mission. Don’t mess around with a guy who just bought his new pair of comfortable German-made leather shoes. I was less keen to climb into the rubbish bin to search for my Hush Puppy. No way was I gonna go through a stinkin’ pile of crap for a Right shoe. I’d rather go barefoot.
So after a futile half an hour search, the case of the missing Right shoe was classified as an X-files, and duly emailed to Fox Mulder and Scully to crack.
Hmmn…aliens, ghosts, and what-nots, beware! If our Right shoe is in your spacecraft, our homing device will self detonate in approximately 24 hours. So better abandon the mothership!
Act One. Scene One over.
Funni! Interesting encounter 😄