earlier this week, i found out that hey, our saturday and sunday papers are not there. so i called our paperboys and told them about our missing papers and they dutifully sent them over.
then i took a day off on tuesday as i needed to see the doctor. when i went to the office on wednesday – hey! our papers are missing again!
i smelt a rat. the paperboys aren't that careless nor lazy. in fact, they're pretty efficient. and good-looking, in a newspaperboy-ey kinda way.
ahem.
so feeling a little incredulous about having our papers stolen, i sought out the cleaner lady and asked if she'd taken it or seen it or seen anyone taking it – nope. she saw it, but she did nothing with it, left it at our doorstep. alright, so i looked around, poked about in dustbins, walked past glass doors several times and if the doors were wooden crouch down to trodden-carpet level to try to spot ravaged remains of my poor weekend papers through gaps under the doors – no not really. but suffice to say, i looked around... and since i didn't take it upon myself to barge into offices swinging my corded office phone like a morningstar while unleashing a warcry* – i figured it's going to be hard to get my papers back.
i was miffed. i needed my papers. so i asked if the building overseer might help me out with this, we rely greatly on newspapers, we can't do with people taking our newspapers! we are all upright citizens of singapore, honest inhabitants of the building! nobody should be taking anybody else's papers! i mean, what am i going to torture my boss with???
these people! they need to go to craftyhands school**.
* it would sound strangely like "OVERTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!"
**they'll teach you to steal valuable items, first. not that i've been there.
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