We are very close with a certain family. Whenever I ring
their doorbell, auntie shouts from inside, asking who it is. It leaves me a
little confused, since she could look through the eye hole.
"It's me!," I shout back, instantly realizing
how useless my answer is. Who exactly is this me? My parents have given me such
a weird pet name that I am reluctant to shout out my name and let the entire
community know. So I keep mum until auntie opens the door and tells me the story.
A petty thief got in the building, and on not being able
to find anything better, stole their eye hole. So now, their door was left
without anything to peep from. Uncle bought a new eye hole. Their daughter
decided to take matters in her hand, and ended up gluing the new eye hole, but
in the opposite direction. Auntie is still unable to see anything through it.
So now, their son mocks his sister and decides to take things in his hand. He
gets even stronger glue, takes the eye hole out, looks at it this way and that
way with one eye closed like a detective would, and ends up gluing the eye hole
exactly the same way again- the correct side reversed. Now the glue is so
strong that it will not even come out. I actually saw it for myself. When I
ring the door bell now, I can peep from outside and clearly see their living
room while auntie comes up to the door to open it from inside. Auntie still has
no idea who is standing outside.
The irony of this situation is not lost on me. For this
could have only happened in a household with two engineer-siblings.
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