There were quite a lot of people in the lift. After upgrading, the lift has become very much smaller. I was hoping that it would reach the first storey soon but there was yet another neighbour getting into the lift. We squeezed a little to accomodate her. I was knocked on the head by her hand. The first time I got knocked, I thought it was just that she was trying to make herself a little more comfortable. Then I realised that she actually had enough room. I got a little annoyed when she knocked on my head the second time. Luckily by then, we were already on the first storey but anyway, I would have most probably kept quiet about it. Not that I would have made a big fuss out of it unlike some other person who got really uptight about this "intrusion" of personal space.

Who is this person? It was this foul-tempered woman who sat beside me on the bus one day when I was in lower secondary. I was just reading the New Paper and it tickled her. The edges of the paper just touched her a bit on the arms for a few seconds and she said loudly, "Can you move further away?!" I was shocked. I was wondering why she was so nasty to me. Maybe she had a bad day or she was having PMS. Whatever it is, she made me remember her. A foul-tempered stranger who scolded me for tickling her arms.