135. Misunderstood Communication
The other day, I attended a symphonic orchestra performance with my nephew at The Esplanade. We arrived 20 minutes prior to the commencement and as my nephew showed our e-tickets on his phone to one of the ushers upon reaching the second floor, where the concert hall was. I asked the second staff standing right besides the first, "May I know where's the nearest washroom?" The woman asked where my seat was and as I thought she had misheard me - perhaps thinking I was trying to find my seat - I repeated my question earnestly. With a straight face, she asked once again where my seat was. This time, as I was sure I had not misheard, I pointed to the e-tickets being scanned and reiterated that I was searching for closest washroom. I was not sure why the information seemed so elusive. At that moment, her colleague read out our seats number. The expressionless woman looked straight at me and stated, (dare I say with a slight chiding tone), "The toilet is straight down ...