at an uncle's wake last night, the son-in-law placed a tarpaulin pic on an easel, folding the upper part of the tarp to follow the triangular shape of the easel.
an aunt and i were at the back of the room and i told my aunt: 'the pic should be straight. they should put a horizontal bar on top so it won't be pointed.'
aunt: 'yes... just like in a flip chart board...'
and that was it.
a couple of hours later, the brothers-in-law arrived. upon seeing the folded/pointed pic, one of them summoned help to fix it. they taped a cardboard on top and the pic was now fully displayed the way it should be.
me to aunt: 'look at that, auntie. we saw it and we just pointed out what should be done. he saw it and he himself did something about it.'
my aunt and i had a sheepish chuckle.
i related the story to our other relatives. another aunt cited the supposed three types of people in the world:
1. those who make things happen.
2. those who watch things happen.
3. those who wonder what happened.
wahaha...
ei, if it's any consolation, at least we knew what should happen... ;")
then this afternoon, i noticed that one of the siblings' names in the row of flowers hang in an opposite direction from the rest. i removed it then taped it back in the correct direction.
later when i was chatting with a cousin, i told her the two stories saying it was her dad's name i fixed the second time around.
she teases me: 'you learn quickly, huh!'
me: 'haha... yes... and i learn my lessons well.'
; p
No comments:
Post a Comment