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The third kind of people are those who slip over the soap and still escape dislocating their discs. When we talk of public toilets, we find ourselves very lucky if the toilet turns out to be clean and there is water in it. While in Kuala Lumpur, I was lucky in the toilet. After checking in a hotel on reaching Kuala Lumpur, I waited in the lobby till the front desk worked out the modalities. After five minutes, I moved from the lobby to take the elevators to my room. While doing so I forgot to pick my small leather pouch from the lobby sofa. As I entered the room, my wife asked me if I was carrying the leather pouch containing our passports, tickets and currency. I suddenly realised that I had left it in the hotel lobby. We rushed back to the lobby but the bag was gone. We enquired from the hotel staff and members of our film unit and even our taxi driver, but all our efforts were in vain. I got panicky and felt the need to go to the toilet. There were five toilet cabins, and I entered one. After relieving myself, I lowered the seat cover to release the flush. I couldn’t believe my good luck when I found my bag hidden behind the seat. Whoever had lifted the pouch from the lobby must have hidden it in the toilet so that he could take it away later. As I checked the contents, everything was intact. I was indeed lucky in the toilet. |