Lost Something?

If I hadn't left my camera with the cinema usher yesterday, I wouldn't know what the Security Office of SM South Mall looks like, or where it is for that matter. You get to their small office following a long white walled corridor.

Would have been uneventful if it weren't for the other client who was in there with me. She was in her late forties, lost her key to her Mazda, and was telling a long story on how the key ended up on the parking lot floor. The long story was unnecessary, all the guards wanted was proof that she owned the car, and unfortunately, her driver's license does not say that she owns the car in question. It was a distressing situation for her, but I was trying hard to keep a straight face while waiting for the guard to release my camera. Why? She was trying to impress the guards by speaking english but she wasn't good in speaking the language ... made the guards more suspicious if you ask me. If she was pretending to speak fluently in another language, can't she be pretending to own the car as well? She would have fared better speaking Filipino, with or without an accent.