Sense of time…

The glass door slides open and a flustered looking girl trips into the lobby. Quickly, she looks around, pursed her lips and looking kind of frustrated, plonks herself down the seat beside me.

Sitting back and crossing her legs, she pulls out her mobile phone starts dialing. A moment later…

“Hey! Where are you? I’m already here leh!”

Stealing a side-ward glance at her, I told myself, another victim of a late comer. I myself have been waiting at the lobby for over an hour for someone who told me I had to rush down for the appointment that’s been re-scheduled to an earlier time. As usual, I’m early and they’re late, so I can totally understand how she’s feeling.

“You said 12 pm right???!!!! Then where are you? How come you’re late?!! How much longer?!! Huh?!! Aiyah!!! Grrr… Ok lah! Quickly lah!”

Something clicked in my head and I looked at the watch. It showed 12.35pm and all these just happened in the last 5 minutes. Sigh…