Invisible Us

Usually my housemate and I will take away food in the city before heading home after every exam paper because we don't want to go through the whole cooking process. Tiring. Time consuming. Yesterday, we decided to take away from Dessert House on Swanston St. We went into the restaurant and placed our order. Typical Hong Kong restaurants here are very tiny (or rather they use up every meter square if possible to place a table). There is not much space for walking. What more for standing? Hence, the cashier told us to wait outside. When we were heading out of the restaurant we came to the motion sensor glass door. I stood there. Nothing happened. I walked back a few more steps and forth few more steps. Nothing happened.

My housemate: Eh... You are too short!
Me: -_-

Fine! I let her walk ahead of me. Guess what? The glass door did not open okay! So it was definitely not about the freaking height! I repeat... NOT! The waitress saw what happened. She walked towards us, waved her hand high up and the glass door opened. Ah.... I then came to understand that the motion sensor was a crappy one.

-waving-

After about 10 minutes, we went back to collect our food. Once again we arrived at the stwweeppeet situation again where the glass door did not want to open. Okay... we thought we were smarter this time. We waved our hands like what the waitress did. Bahhhhh!!!! The glass door did not open again! That was not the worst! There were people waiting outside the restaurant planning to head in after we have left the restaurant. The freaking glass door is a SEE-THROUGH glass door. So can you imagine how freaking steewwwpeeet we looked waving our hands when those people were just standing right infront of us on the opposite side of the door? They must be thinking why these two retards are waving their hands when it was so bloody obvious we don't know each other and not wanting to leave the restaurant.

The waitress came again. Waved her hand. The glass door opened. She only gave like a single or two waves. While both of us was frantically waving our hands.

*swt*

2 more papers. 5 more days. 1 anxious heart.