Stop Telling People Who You Are, You Are Sick, You Need Help

Law to protect the poor?
Law to protect the poor?

“Do you know who I am?”

“Do you know who am I?”

“Do you know who my husband is?”

“Do you know who is my wife?”

“Do you know who my father is?”

“Blah blah blah?”

Ok, gotta share with you this joke.

‘We have a passenger here at Desk 14 WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him find his identity, please come to Desk 14.’With the folks behind him in line laughing hysterically, the man glared at the Virgin attendant, gritted his teeth and said, ‘Fuck You!’ Without flinching, she smiled and said, (I love this bit) ‘I’m sorry, sir, but you’ll have to get in line for that too.”

I was at some place, which I am not telling you where recently, and I was in a situation of which someone asked, “Do you know who my husband is?”

I was in total shock, as I thought she may be suggesting to have a love affair with me, so that I would know who I am engaged with.  Well, have your wet dream ready, it was not that.  Sorry to have your hopes up.

Seriously, this just gotta stop.

Too bad, that I am not born in a well know, well connected, well to do family, or else I could use that sentence from time to time too.

For example, I got stop at LinkinPark concert while trying to get in early, but “do-you-know-who-my-father-is” groups got in first, as like no need to stand in line, even though they may have less expensive ticket like what I have bought.

We have reached a point of time, that we need to stop these “do-you-know-who-I-am” bullies from bullying you and I further.

Make your stand, treat everyone accordingly.

While, let me share with you another story, which I encountered.

“Excuse me, your huge MPV is blocking part of my gate, I can’t drive out,” I said.

“I am here to visit my brother.  Only for a short while,” man with expensive shirt said.  Ok, let’s just call him rich man. 

“I also need to drive out, and you are interrupting my daily routine,” I told the very rich man.

“I think you do not understand me.  Do you know who I am?” Rich man asked.

We reached a state of progression that we need to let someone and somebody to know and remember who you are, so that you can get things done?

I am totally against that.

Ok, last story.

I am an Apple fan boy.

Wanting to book the new iPhone 5S, all right, I have insider contact in special places which I could get the phone without the hassle of queuing.

So, I called the friend for the favor, I was told no problem.  When I got there to collect it, friend apologised non-stop as he has passed my unit to someone, who is “do-you-know-who-I-am”.

Ok, “do-you-know-who-I-am” bullies, start queuing, take number you idiot who fails to remember you bloody are.




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