If only we can turn our situations into funny words like those of David Sedaris.
Working is a rather uneventful duty that almost everyone has to go through each day. And so we pay extra attention to little hiccups that adds beigne excitement to the affair.
I was, as I have in many occasions for the past year or so, forgotten my ID into the building. No hassle, I just go to the front desk, and ask to be let in. *Beep* Unlock.
Except this time, he was there. The gatekeeper of CIB, as I have come to call him. He, whose name I’m intrigued to find out. He, who I guess have a non-faded French accent. And he, who insist on checking my ID as I casually slips through the closing door that he had left open.
Well, as luck would have it, I didn’t have it.
I just smiled as the gatekeeper of CIB continue to question me about my ID, and when I said that I didn’t have it with me. He laid his hands on me, and told me to leave. Or he will call the security.
I brimmed. This reminds me very much of the bit that Louis C.K. did. The bit where he pretended that he lived in an upscale apartment in New York. Except, maybe it is against the policy to not have an ID with me when I enter the building.
Bummer. So I marched to the front desk, and was let in. All in 10-seconds.
Revenge, as it seems, will have to be deferred to another day. ID, or no ID.