Pass Gas

I was queueing to enter the lift at Jusco with my boy. We're heading to Popular to get some reading materials for him (to preoccupied his school break). Surprisingly, the shopping complex weren't crowded though it was Friday. Perhaps, it was the Friday praying time or most probably due to the bad times, many decided to tighten their purse.



Alright, back to my lift story. My boy pressed the up button and we waited patiently for the lift to reach us. Only both of us and no one else.



TitTit ! The buzzer buzzed...indicating the arrival of the lift. We stepped into the cubicle and my boy pressed the button 4th. Yes, we wanted to go to the 4th floor.



Just as the door was about to close....suddenly we heard some heavy footsteps as if someone was running towards us.



TitTit ! The door reopened...and we noticed a man's arm preventing the door from closing. A hairy large arm indeed. He walked in and stood in front of us. Hurriedly, he hit the close button with his large thumb.



He looked grumpy. I smiled to show my friendliness but was never returned. It's ok...one should be compassionate enough to understand that our attitude and manners reflects our morale values. Hence, we shouldn't think negative to others.



Just as we're floating up to the higher floors.....suddenly my sense of smell heightened. An aroma 'engulfed the entire room'. A mixture of rotten eggs, tempoyak, belachan, dead rodents, garlic .... Awwwwwwww!



At that precise moment, the burly guy danced his body as if he had release something and felt ahhhhhhh! He turned and starred at us with his monstrous eyes..as if he's innocent. No sign of guilt. He too jammed his nose while desperately gasping for O2.

TitTit ! The door opened wide and he dashed out like the Mexican Bull. He seems like accusing us and giving us a "Idiot ...your fart almost killed me" kinda looked.

I looked at my boy....he seems oblivious to what was happening. He was more interested in his own world. What was he doing...I don't know. There wasn't any sign of discomfort in him.

I felt nauseated with the stinking air by then. What a relieve, when the lift finally reached the designated floor. Both mother and son hopped out like happy frogs after the rain.

I had gotten quite annoyed with that burly guy ...... for his manners...uncivic-mindedness !

My son uttered softly.." Mummy...I 'pang pooi' just now. Got durian smell ah?"

I was dumbfolded.