Incident in the lift

When I worked at the Bank, I had a colleague whose husband went to the same high school as me. I attended a boarding school for the last four years of high school. Technically, (in the American sense), I did my last two years of high school there and then added 2 more years to do A-levels, which was a waste of time because I discovered I could've entered the uni I went to without it.

Anyway, it being a "British" boarding school, it was really strict in some areas, and not strict at all in others. But there was one funny incident that still makes me curl up with embarrassment, and which my ex-colleague at the Bank refuses to let me forget. Her husband was my senior and also a prefect. When I was in Form 4 or 5, I can't remember when exactly, he booked me for excessive PDA (public display of affection) during bulan Ramadan. It was nothing excessive of the kind. It was a good-bye hug and kiss at the speed bump leading to the girls' dormitories, which provides the border where boys are prohibited to step over. It was fasting month, and I was having my period, and therefore can't fast, so what the hell, we kissed and hug, and that was it. The humiliating part was, Azly, (the prefect and my ex-colleague's husband) saw us performing our good-bye ritual from his dorm's balcony and blew a whistle to stop us. Of course, when he blew the whistle, everyone rushed out to see. It was late afternoon, and possibly even lunch time, so all the kids were about. And then, for punishment, me and my bf (now ex, and possibly married) had to run around the school at 5 am in the morning (it's called school drill) for a week. Our names (along with other ppl being booked for other offences) were posted on the notice board.

Anyway, this same prefect that booked me, he works for Sime Darby on the floor above mine in my office building. And what should happen last Friday but me bumping into him in the elevator! And he gave me this big grin and says, "My wife told me you were working in this building..." and I think I blushed remembering what he'd seen me do during puasa month, all those years ago and I covered my face with the cheque and bank-in slip I was holding. Hehe... how embarrassing... I was so young then... how naive and innocent... yeaaah right!