With the Humdrum Sound Of the Unseen Rotors I Continued to Wait

I lost track of time waiting for the luggage to appear at the convey belt. The humdrum sound of the unseen rotors hidden underneath and the perpetual counterclockwise movement of the rubberized pieces stitched together for that one single purpose, it is as though even the mechanical being is waiting for something to happen. One airport staff wheeled out my Spanish classical guitar. The human being has won as I continued to wait for my luggage to appear.

I lost track of time waiting for my turn to purchase the taxi coupon and I lost track of time while driven in the dark from the airport to the hotel. The Malaysia airport seems so far away from town. Door-to-door from my home in the north to the Singapore airport in the east took 30 minutes. Add another 30 minutes, the bowl of warm Tom Yum soup appeared at the dinning table, in a restaurant inside the airport. 30 minutes later I was sitting on the plane, reviewing training pack that I am suppose to present.

I tipped the taxi driver and he was shocked at my tip; I was shocked by his reaction. At the hotel reception, I was told that there was a package waiting for me. What was the package about, naturally I asked. Over at the concierge you shall find out, he replied. Who sent it to me, I inquired. No idea, he replied. This is so double-o-seven. I like.

By the time I reached my room, it was near midnight. I felt hungry so I called for a light snack. The housekeeper arrived to take my shirts for pressing and before she left, she found that one of the windows was open. No wonder the street noise was so audible. I can’t imagine what a potential consequence would have been if I was a sleepwalker. Minutes later, the engineer arrived and fixed my floor-to-ceiling window.

Now feeling safe, warm, and well fed, it is time to go to sleep.

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