The Post which is a Policeman

Well today I had a change in my usual schedule and headed down to Cityhall early in the morning for my NDP briefing.





I received a couple of messages from my boss, supervisors and some unknown person, stating the "Dear operators" (making us sound like secret agents) "are to report at F1 carpark near the Singapore Flyer at 0900h"

Ah, finally after so many trips on the ECP, I get to go near to the famous/infamous Singapore Flyer.

I didn't know to go there, so I had a quick check on the Internet and jotted down a set of directions. I set off early, in case I lost my way there.

Walked around in City Hall, twice turning at the wrong junction. Turns out my directions weren't wrong, but I somehow managed to read my own instructions wrongly. I think I'm hitting midlife crisis.





I did finally reach at about 8:40am. I wasn't very sure which was the exact location, so I followed these two guys in army uniforms in front of me as surreptitiously as I could, hoping and probably failing to hide in with camouflaged uniform in the urban surroundings.

But my plan paid off, with them leading me to big carpark where there were.. 2..4..6..7 people already there?! HOW CAN THERE BE ANYONE MORE KIASU TO BE WHEN IT COMES TO BEING EARLY?

Ahem.

The meeting went smoothly, with us traveling around the city area in a big chartered Transit Island bus (we received quite a few stares), getting the routes to several hospitals.

Old faces were seen, new friends were made, and huge amount of work were delegated for the next 2 months.





I thought it was the end of my adventures for the day when I was reaching home, but I bumped into a little Indian kid and his mother (I think).

We got into the lift together, began removing my exceedingly loud earpieces when the boy jumped right in front of me in the lift.

Kid: Hey!

Me: *lift eyebrows*

Kid: You're a policeman right?!

Me: Er, no. I'm from the army.


At this point of time I stuck my hand into my left pocket to switch off my MP3 player.


Kid: HE'S GOT A GUN!!!

Me: -.- No I don't.

Kid: IS THAT WHAT YOU DO? SHOOT PEOPLE? SHOOT EVERYBODY?!

Me: No no no..

Kid: So what is that you do?

Me: Ah, I protect others from like you (technically not very true, but who cares)

Kid: Woah really?!





Apparently his mother and the kid were too stunned or young respectively to decipher my attempt at a joke, but the lift spared me from any other conversation by choosing to deliver me to my floor.

I gave a cheery smile and wave and I left for my home sweet home.