Now, envision a Benny Hill-esque stop motion sequence starring me, two Chinese building maintenance workers (with a ladder) and Kasha:
The workers come in to clean the filters for the A/C units mounted in the ceiling. I tell them that we have a cat, so please keep the door closed. They nod and say okay, and go about their business. I go back to the computer, keeping one eye on them, and the other eye on Facebook. They move out of line of sight, so I get up only to find the door standing open. I point it out to them, and demonstrate that a little force when closing it will ensure it latches. They express understanding and continue working. I go into the kitchen for a snack, and when I come out the door is open again. I close it, and look around for Kasha. Every room, under all furniture, in all of her favorite places. I don't find her. I go out into the elevator lobby on our floor. Thankfully, all stairwell doors are closed, but I don't see her out there. I go back in, close the door, and ask the workers if they've seen the cat. They say no. I scour the apartment again with no luck, until I reach the entry as Kasha strolls in through the yet-again open door. One of the workers sees her and cheerfully points her out to me.
And then I chase the workers in circles around the apartment, ladder and all. (Well, that last part didn't really happen, but it would have been the perfect ending to the scene.)
3 comments:
When does someone get hit in the balls?
besides the obligatory nut shot, you also left out the part where the big breasted snaggle-toothed British lady with garters enters the picture.
Ah, but this is Chinese style -- no nut shots, and no big breasts (after all, even the Hooters here has small O's). Just mind-boggling Chinese antics.
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