Hell Has Known No Fury Than Feathers Ruffled
I am writing to give vent to my indignation with the mindset of some condo residents with whom I made tennis appointments. Take this recent case as an example:
I specifically asked for the necessary info to enable security clearance at the entrance and he gave me the impression that he wasn't going to be forthcoming with that, at least not yet.
I took his word for it. Arriving at the entrance, I called him on the phone.
“Just tell the guard you’re going in to play tennis”, he said. I did accordingly.
“His unit number?” enquired the guard.
“I only know his name” I replied. “He said to tell you I'm here to play tennis,” I continued.
“That's not good enough. There are many people with that name. Like that anyone can come in and use the toilet lah! Our rule is that you must give name and unit number!”
Piqued by his toilet remark, I drew closer to him and said, "So are you alleging that I'm here on a false pretext!?"
In confronting him, I felt I had lost my dignity.
In the muted silence, what raced through my mind was that son of a gun should know his house rules better than to set me up for a tiff with the guard.
“Let me call him!” I said grimly.
No reply.
“He’s probably in the court that’s why his phone’s not answered” I said.
After some deliberation with his co-guard, he directed him to escort me to the court to obtain the required particulars. Before that could happen, my phone rang.
Information that should have been given me in good faith was deliberately withheld despite specifically asked beforehand and disclosed only as if under duress. What kind of a suspicious mindset is that for a condo dweller? Did he feel his privacy compromised as a result? Was I taken for a rogue? Or was he a snob?
By definition, a snob is someone who judges all things, from shoes and dinner parties to love and beauty, according to their social rating, right down to tennis playing.
posted by Victor Lai @ 10:39 PM
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