The elevator stopped on the 3rd floor and I was about to step out when I saw him standing there. I instantly pressed two and moved to the 2nd floor. I saw him rushing through the stairs.
I took out my mobile and acted as if I was talking to someone. I was amazed at the way he ran down the stairs at that speed at that age. He came close. I rushed to the rest room. After a minute in the smelly toilet, I came out to see him combing his hair looking at the mirror.
He’s a peon who chases me for money at the drop of a hat.
“My brother is not well,” he started his tale.
I do not mind charity, but some seekers overdo things. I have already paid him on occasions. I also gathered that he had different tales for other colleagues.
“I cannot spare a dirham,” I told him bluntly and walked away. No need to run or hide this time.
Oscar Wilde said it right: Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.
Sounding rude? Sorry. But if you want a taste of his nagging, just send me your phone number.
NB: I saw a female friend running from him and it was real fun..haha.