Jeremy dumped his girlfriend

(Seen on Sep, 28, 2015)

A female voice suddenly shouted on a quite night in HK, “Jeremy!”  A tall man dashed across a crossroads, chased by a woman with a Cantonese accent.  “Jeremy~!!  Jeremy!”  It sounded as if she was shouting to her naughty son in an annoying, high-pitched voice, “Jeremy!”  He was a foreigner, lean and fit.  When the man reached a traffic island, the woman caught up with  him and stretching out her hand, caught hold of his arm, to stop him from walking any further.  Both of them were now on the stage facing together.

She was in her 30’s, short and plump, and wore a long slip dress.  Her hight was below his shoulder-high, it looked like a little girl standing in front of her father.  She looked into his eyes full of love.  Her eyes begbed him not to go.  Not for a moment did he look at her, instead he stared into space.  His face was expressionless.  Not a word did he say, but raising his hand, he pushed her away.  The woman took two steps backwards, and tried not to lose her balance as she stood on the kerb, but inevitably she fell back into the street.  She grunted, “Ouch.”  She was upset and felt hurt by what he had done.

He has unexpected given her a hard push as if he had been learning kung fu and doing too well.  His conscience told him to give her a hand, but he hesitated and then walked away.  She was aware he wanted to help her to get up and also thought he still had feelings for her deep down in his heart.  Watching him turning the corner, she put all her unhappiness behind her, and got up quickly.  Hurrying towards him, she kept calling his name again and again.  No sooner her voice and body faded away than the street became quiet again.

A Malteser Lover

An extremely fat man got on the MTR. He must have been three-hundred pounds. He was so big he took up two seats. He was carrying a large white plastic bag and holding a box of Maltesers. The box was a new design; the opening was just big enough to get one Malteser out at a time. Eating is not allowed on the train, but he ignored this. 

Evidently, he was enjoying the chocolates and he stuffed them into his mouth one by one. He had eaten them all by the next stop. He threw the empty box in the plastic bag, and took out a new box. When he finished that he took out another box. Who knows how many boxes he ate. He carried on his journey gobbling down his delicious Maltesers.

I could not see how many boxes there were in his bag, but there seemed to be about half a dozen. How many boxes had he had before he got on the train? How many boxes had he bought? How many times a week did he treat himself like this?

Maltesers boxes with new design, HK, 2015

An ex-millionaire

A man spoke in a loud voice at the end of the MTR train. He walked from carriage to carriage, asking the passengers a question one by one. His question was, ‘How much money is a lot for you?’ Some of the passengers held their heads down, or pretended to be sleeping. Some walked to the other carriages. The man was in his early thirties and plump. His shirt was hanging out, so his gut was faintly visible. 

The train began to fill with people and he had to stay in one place.  So he started asking the same question to the people around him. Since nobody answered, he started to talk to himself. He clearly believed he had won the Mark Six at some time, and on this theme he rambled on from one subject to another: his manager had upset him by asking him to pay attention to his work instead of the Mark Six prize money; his landlord had asked him to find money to pay his rent if he wasn’t going to win the mark six again; if he was rich, his friends would not criticise his ideas and personality; he had given one or two million dollars to his father, but his father had spent it all; he shouldn’t have listened to his father’s advice, he should have bought a house rather than putting the money in the bank; he had won nothing on the Mark Six since 2009.

He must have won several million dollars on the Mark Six, but he was young, so he can’t have managed his money very well or else he had wasted it. Whatever, there was nothing left. Maybe he thought he could win the money again rather than using his hands to make his millions.

A snake wanted to love him or eat him!?

My brother's friend had an unusual family pet.  One of his pets was a snake.

One morning, he work up and he saw his pet stretched out dead straight beside him.  It had uncoiled itself and was sleeping like a person. 

A snake usually coils itself up to sleep, but it had not done this.  He only asked help from a reptile expert.  He was told that the snake was measuring him up.  If it had been long enough, he could have been eaten. 

He might have thought his snake was in love with him, if it had become a human.  However, the fact might be the snake measured many times before when he was sleeping.

Finally, he got rid of his lover.