The Frou eats humble pie

The Frou shouted at some poor PRC dude last week.

It was after climbing, and the Toe and Frou were washing off grime and getting ready for the best part of the night (Hello Mr Alcohol!) when a male cleaning staff decided to come knocking on the (ladies) washroom’s door. Without waiting for a response, he opened the door slightly and peeked in.

“ARGHHHHH!! THERE'S PEOPLE IN HERE DAMMIT!” screamed The Frou.

The male cleaning staff closed the door immediately.

Nonetheless, the Frou continued shouting. “ARGHHHHH!! WHY DO YOU WANT TO COME IN HERE? WHY?? ARGHHHHHHH”

Toe: Why are you shouting at the closed door?
Frou: A man tried to come in!
Toe: Do you know who he is?
Frou: He looks like a cleaning staff.
Toe: So, why are you shouting at him if he is just a cleaning staff?
Frou: I don’t know… I just want alcohol.

We found the male cleaning staff quietly waiting outside as we were leaving the washroom. He was holding on to his broom and looking at the floor pensively. He gave us an apologetic look as we walked by. The Toe pinched me for being such an insensitive and rude brat.

The following week, we were back at the climbing gym again. It was my birthday week and I just received a present from another climbing friend– a Keep Cup, which is a polypropylene, santoprene and silicone designed cup that is great for the environment, lightweight, dishwasher safe and microwave-safe (so says the label).

Shortly after I received the cup, I accidentally flung it (don’t ask me how) out from the balcony of the second floor and it landed on a flimsy glass panel lined between the second floor and first floor of the building.

The Toe found me whimpering after the far flung cup. After she is done laughing at me for being such a cock, we went around looking for a stick or something long to try retrieve the cup from the edge of the balcony. Along came the male cleaning staff, the same one I yelled at the week before.

Toe: Sien sheng. Ke yi jie wo men ni de broom ma? (Translation of bad Mandarin: “Mister, can you lend us your broom?”)
Sien shen: Huh?
Toe: *points at far flung cup* Ying wei, wo men yao na na ge dong shi (Translation: “Because we want to take ‘that thing’)

What shocked us was, instead of lending us his broom, he immediately put it down and started climbing out from the balcony onto the flimsy glass panel. This is how me and Toe reacted:

“ARRGHHHHH!! Sien Sheng!! Bu yao!!! Wei sien!! Hui Lai!! Bu ke yi!!” (Translation: “Arrrghhh! Mister! Don’t! Dangerous! Come back! Cannot!”)

The sien sheng ignored us and proceeded to do some cirque de soleil moves on the glass panel. He had his arms outstretched and started sliding from the corners of each pane to the next towards my birthday present. When he got near enough, he bent down slowly and retrieved it with grace. Then he climbed back up and gingerly passed the cup back to me. At that point, me and the Toe were nearly faint from our frantic distress crying.

After we thanked him profusely, he left as quietly as he came.

Frou: Oh my gawd! I can’t believe that sien sheng risked his life for my bloody cup!
Toe: After what you did to him last week some more! What do you have to say for yourself?
Frou: *puts imaginary humble pie into mouth and munch*

Would you risk your life for this??