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 Monday, February 12, 2007 The Lift Pervert!On Sunday night, I returned home at about 8pm+. It was not too late, so Mr Sim didn't accompany me up. Then I met with something 'interesting'. After I alighted from the car, I waved goodbye and walked towards the lift. I saw an Indian man, looking like one of those Indian foreign worker in my direction. He entered the same lift as I did.  When we both entered the lift, I already sensed something was wrong, because why would a foreign worker stay in my block. He was obviously from those construction sites near my house. Ok, unless I was wrong, he is a local, and I'm biased towards Indian men. But you know what? He asked me, "You which floor?" That three simple words gave him away - he definitely did not sound local. To that, my immediate reponse was, "What about you?"  He did not answer, and pressed '7th' floor. I followed with a '13th'. Friends would know I don't live on that floor.  Ok, up to this part, I know I should have just walked out. It crossed my mind at that moment, I swear it did. But somehow, my legs just wouldn't move. It's one of those rare times my head can't control my body. Thinking back, I admit my negligence for my own safety, and I promise I would definitely not do something so foolish in future. Anyway, back to the story. After the lift door closed, I stood at the back, while he remained at the door. I turned myself towards him and watched him.  At that moment, I was surprisingly calm. I was alert, and geared up, ready to slam him with the Macbook I was holding on to, or kick him hard, anywhere where it hurts. And I remained fixated on him throughout the whole ride because I want him to know I am watching him and he better not try anything funny. At the 7th floor, the door opened. He walked out of the door, really slowly, before making an equally slow turn to the left.  His hesitation led me to think that he is unsure of which way to go, indicating further that he didn't live there! When the door finally closed again and shut him out, I heaved a sigh of relief. But the story was not over yet. My sixth sense told me that he was waiting to see which floor I stayed in. So I pressed another three more buttons, just to mislead him. (I'm not being overly suspicious, read on!)  After I alighted at my own floor, I watched the other lift. Somehow, I had a hunch and this hunch was later proven right. The other lift started elevating to the 7th floor (just to remind all of you forgetful Jones, that was the floor the pervert alighted), halted there for a while, before descending down to the ground floor again. Bingo!!! There was no such coincidence. The pervert really had been there. : : : : : : : : After I reached home, I related the whole 'adventure' to my mother and li'l sis. And when I demonstrated the ferocious kicks I would give to that pervert, they laghed at me - because I was really just super heated up with my kicks. Can't blame me, because I was really panted up with that anger. I am glad I am safe. I realised my folly in handling this issue. My negligence could have jeopardised my safety. BUT it goes to show how vulnerable girls are. I hate to admit this, but girls are at the losing end most of the times. I wish we can somehow not have to go through all these crap. Guys never needed to worry about such stuff. So guys, please, unless beckoned by really urgent matters, do send a girl to her doorstep. If something happens to your girlfriend or wife, YOU WILL REGRET IT FOR LIFE. |
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