Sunday, October 14, 2007
Umbrella
My eldest aunt came.
Went to the market to get some prayer things.
The sky was dark.
Looked like it will rain anytime.
She grabbed an umbrella from the corner of the room where we keep them.
She left it open to dry in the hall as we always did.
Younger uncle as usual.
Went to take a look.
'Why is there a Singapore Casket umbrella?'
A series of frenzies followed.
The umbrella was dumped immediately.
The 'investigation' begun.
Aunt insisted on finding out how such an umbrella landed in the house.
The 'game' of Finger pointings started.
Eldest Aunt was the most sensible.
'Now that the umbrella has been thrown away, just forget it.'
Totally agree with her!
Why harp on it? So what if you have found out who brought it home?
Blaming it for not striking 4D, not winning in mah jiong.
Why be so superstitious?
Why go through all that?
It's just an umbrella.
If you're superstitious, just throw it away and end it there.
Sprinkle whatever flower water, rinse the other umbrellas.
Leave my bears alone.
They don't need water to be sprinkled on them.
And as usual, you always want to have the last say.
The finger is never pointed at yourself.
But remember, the other 3 are towards yourself.Labels: Jokes, Reflections
s e n s e d @ 2:19 AM
