The Cleaning Aunty

I went to this high rise building for a meeting. About 23 floors altogether. My meeting was at the 22nd floor.

After the meeting, I walked briskly to the elevator lobby. Pressed the "down" button and waited. The elevator came and I stepped in.

In the elevator, I saw this aunty, probably in her late 50s, wearing thick bi-focals, holding a piece of cloth and a bottle of cleaning liquid. She was standing near the control panel and stood aside for me to press the "Ground Floor" button. At the same time, she was just staring cock at my bruised eye with a plaster underneath it. Probably thinks I am some tibai samseng who went to the 22nd floor to collect debts.

After pressing the "Ground Floor" button, I stood back and just stared at the LED panel ... 22, 21, 20 ... THEN, our aunty there, sprayed some cleaning liquid onto the control panel and started wiping the damn panel with her cloth!!!

Tibais ... I thought to myself, she better don't wipe wipe and touch the buttons. True enough, aunty just sprayed and wiped the damn panel and all the friggin buttons lit up. Damn elevator started to stop at every floor.

And to top it off, aunty can look out of the elevator each time it stops and gave that annoyed sigh as to why the fark people stopping the elevator at every floor and there is no one there. And each time the elevator door closes, she spray some more the cleaning liquid ont he panel and wiped some more. AAAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!!

Then another more terrifying thought came into my head. What the fark if the damn cleaning liquid she keeps spraying onto the control panel short circuits the damn elevator ....? AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!