Walk with helmet on head

Again an experience yesterday like the one I mentioned earlier.

I was talking with our building cleaner near the gate entrance when a plastic cover filled with muck, including leftover food, orange and melon skin, landed close to us with a thud. A woman passing by had her dress spoilt and dust splashed all over her head. She looked dejectedly at us, even as the cleaner hurled abuses looking at a particular window.

“This shameless guy on the 9th floor. I warned him several times, but he does not care,” the cleaner complained.
He then asked, “Do you know what happened last week?”
“What?”
“A teenage boy from the 12th floor threw two tube lights from the window. The pieces of the shattered bulbs scattered all over parked cars. A car owner lodged a complaint and the family was taken to police station for questioning.”

Recently, a guest-pest’s child was running around at home and threw an orange peel from the window. I warned him not to (his mom did not like the way I threatened her sweetheart). After five minutes, the monster came close to me. I thought he will give an affectionate hug; instead he took a peel near my eyes and squashed it. I shouted in pain and he laughed in joy.

Talking of guests, I remember the Mulla Nasruddin joke.

“Please have dates,” Mulla told the guest.
“No thanks, I already had five.”
“Actually you had ten so far,” Mulla replied.