Miscarriage

I'm busy preparing some materials for a talk I'm giving to a group of bankers on Wednesday. So this will be short.

This afternoon, we had power cut again during lunch. In fact, we did not have power the whole afternoon. The whole office was so hot and dark, but we were hoping that the outage would be only for a while.

I was going to the toilet, and while passing the reception lobby, there was a man at the counter. He was saying something to the receptionist, but I missed the most part of the conversation. However, I was able to catch one word; apparently the man was asking something about "miscarriage".

He was saying, "... ada miscarriage?"

I was quite surprised and wondered who had a miscarriage in my office. But I didn't stop to find out more.

It wasn't until a few minutes later when I was in the toilet doing my business when I suddenly figured out what the conversation was all about. By reflecting on the people in the office, I was able to reconstruct—this time correctly—what the man was saying:

"Ada Miss Karis?"

Karis Chong is a Registered Valuer. She's the daughter of my partner.

I felt quite silly laughing at myself in the toilet. I hope the fellow in the next cubicle won't think that I'm laughing at what I saw when I took off my pants.

I think it's about time I go to see a specialist doctor to check my ears.