Saturday, October 24, 2009

TOA Cadet: Day 42

As General LCK pressed through slides of our work, the ring I usually wore on my thumb dropped from between my fiddling fingers and rolled away into the darkness between work stations (a miniature Bermuda Triangle, if you will). I immediately peered over the top of my seat, trying to spot a glint of fake silver amongst the dark blue carpeting.

"What are you searching for?" asked Lieutenant General Wei Chuan, who noticed my bobbing head. 

"A ring," I said, without looking at him.

"Wedding ring?"

I felt the windy chill of a cold joke ruffle through me. Really, it seems as if most of our superiors here are unqualified to crack jokes in English, even though their attempts at it are funny enough. 

In the end, I left the classroom without finding my ring. My hand feels oddly bereft. I shall have to compensate by adding more bangles to my growing collection.