The Element Of Luck

I just took a cab home and for the 15 minute duration of the journey, I must have been the most unlucky person in Singapore. Now I don't believe in luck, but somehow during that taxi ride, I was "unlucky".

First, I came across not 1, but 2 road blocks. And in the first road block, the police officer had to pick me to do a routine spot check.


"Sir, could you step out for a moment?"

*steps out of taxi*

"Can I have your IC please?"

"Here. What's all this for?"

"Oh, it's just routine."


The whole bloody thing took around 5 minutes, which probably added around 80 cents or $1 because of the midnight surcharge. Come on, out of all the cars there, you had to pick a taxi? I know my super lovable girlfriend says that I sometimes have sleepy eyes, but I don't think it was so bad that I looked stoned after consuming drugs. I didn't have an unconscious woman beside me nor did I look drunk, so I really don't know why the police officer had to pick me out of everyone.

So when I arrived underneath my block, I reluctantly paid the $9.30 (it's usually between $7 and $8) and stepped out of the taxi.

Then something fell out my pocket.

My handphone.

It wasn't damaged but I was slightly cheesed off at my carelessness. Bah. I think it's time to get some sleep.