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today when i went into some crowded shop, i spotted this shop attendant. who was fervently folding clothes as if his life depended on it. the moment someone put a shirt down he pretty much jumped on it and started folding frantically. one would think the sky would come crashing to the ground if he didn't fold fast enough. i was quite amused actually, to see how his speed of folding matched the speed tt pple lifted clothes up to see and dumped them back again. the thing was, he was so preoccupied with his life-threateningly-important task of folding clothes tt he pretty much neglected the people who actually looked interested in buying things. but he provided me with entertainment for quite some time tho. watching him fold. scramble scramble fold. scramble scramble fold. was surprisingly therapeutic.
[Listening to: to the moon and back by savage garden]