Now is the time. The time to check on them. Dropping whatever he was doing, Carl heads on the door. Checks left. Checks right. And left again. Nobody. Stealthily, he ghosts down the corridor, turning the corner before peering into the lift lobby. All's quiet. Taking a quick scan of the area, Carl enters, reaching for the lift control buttons. He pushes it gently, then retreats into a corner where he had a good view of both exits of the lobby, as well as a full view of the lift door.
As he waits, each ticking second sounded was like a pounding hammer on his nerves. "It's been 38 minutes now" he muttered to himself. Finally reaching the 9th floor, Carl braced himself as the lift doors slide open. Empty. Breathing a sigh of relief, he enters at presses the button for the top floor.
The doors shut and the lift began its ascend. A moment of respite for Carl as he prays that nobody else will enter. The lift accelerates to its peak speed, carrying Carl closer to his destination. With two more floors to go, he readies himself to expect the unexpected. For all he knew, he could be walking right into an ambush.
As the doors gently open, the familiar blue and yellow doors greeted Carl. No trap. Taking his first tentative steps out of the lift, a cold rush of air met Carl, welcoming him to the top floor. Not taking a moment to pause, he scurried along to winding corridor, entering the brightly lit room at the end.
The humming of the machines filled the background as Carl made his way to the all too familiar machine. The mission had been completed. Opening the machine door, Carl started to check the status of the mission. Searching through the pile and putting it together neatly for quick retrieval, he then realized it happened yet again. It was the 7th time it has happened. "Not again," he muttered to himself. "Damn machines." For the 7th time in 3 months, he had lost a sock. A good quality sock. Shaking his head, he gathered the rest of his laundry and trudged back to his room.
haha! so the bloody washing machine/dryer keeps eating my socks. and thus... i went to buy ten pairs of socks. rockssssss. there was a good deal on them.. buy 4 get 4 free. lol. each pair only costs S$1.80. (bought another two elsewhere) yes. now i have enough ammunition to defeat the enemy - the bloody washing machine/dryer. STOP EATING MY SOCKS! half of the socks supposed to be yours though. for china.. (haha. you know who you are. not going to say, later some people say got some lovey dovey thing going on. HAHA!) well can always go back and buy more... SOCKS!
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