I spend my childhood days at Jalan Batu. My late father was a friend of a photo shop owner at Block 10 and told my father of Mr Tan s encounter over a cup of coffee at Block 7, where I live.
Mr Tan was a cab driver doing the graveyard shift. He lives at Block 10, the same block with the photo shop owner. His clients were bars and nightclub girls and hostesses which Mr Tan were happy to deal with. And sometimes there were some extras if you know what I mean ☺️.
It was after three in the morning when Mr Tan stepped in the lift of the apartment. The door were about to shut when he heard a woman said:
Hold on a minute please.
Tan pressed the Open button to reopen the door and a beautiful woman walked in.
Tan: hi, working late?
Woman: yes, six floor please.
Tan: I'm a cab driver,you could take my cab home. Heres the number to my cab calling station.
Woman: sure, if nobody send me home, I will call you.
A brief moment later, the lift reached level six and Mr Tan turned around to press the open button, expecting the woman to walk out and say goodbye, but when he back to see what's going on, there was no one else in the lift except himself.
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