One hell of a crazy women!
This lady sure ran fast but strangely it reminded me of a REAL life joke which had me in splits. It was narrated to me by my earlier companies Quality Manager. He narrated the story of a Supervisor in HIS previous company who was instructing a worker and wanted him to file (imagine this to be a instrument which manually scrapes metal much like you would scrape a potato peel) a job ( a metal component)much slowly than the worker was doing. The supervisor said " Don't file this fast fast fast fast( saying this rapidly), just do it- faaasst fasst fasst fassst (saying each word v slowly as if to pantomime the slow pace at which he wanted the filing to proceed).
This lady sure ran fast fast fast fast fast fast : )
As I am writing this, another memory- long forgotten, from my childhood days rushes to my mind. I remember, me, my grandmother and myself, rushing off the tracks with my mother dragging me along desperately and passengers on the platform shouting at us to hurry up. Before I knew what was happening, a Mumbai local train rushed past us, throwing up dust and drowning us in its din. It was a close shave...much like what this woman had.
Strange how the sound of a rushing train can evoke long forgotten memories.
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This lady sure ran fast but strangely it reminded me of a REAL life joke which had me in splits. It was narrated to me by my earlier companies Quality Manager. He narrated the story of a Supervisor in HIS previous company who was instructing a worker and wanted him to file (imagine this to be a instrument which manually scrapes metal much like you would scrape a potato peel) a job ( a metal component)much slowly than the worker was doing. The supervisor said " Don't file this fast fast fast fast( saying this rapidly), just do it- faaasst fasst fasst fassst (saying each word v slowly as if to pantomime the slow pace at which he wanted the filing to proceed).
This lady sure ran fast fast fast fast fast fast : )
As I am writing this, another memory- long forgotten, from my childhood days rushes to my mind. I remember, me, my grandmother and myself, rushing off the tracks with my mother dragging me along desperately and passengers on the platform shouting at us to hurry up. Before I knew what was happening, a Mumbai local train rushed past us, throwing up dust and drowning us in its din. It was a close shave...much like what this woman had.
Strange how the sound of a rushing train can evoke long forgotten memories.
