coder It happened yesterday in the
market. I sighted a friend of mine
from afar. It's been long we met
each other and we've lost each
other's contact. And so, I tiptoed
behind him and applied our
usual way of scaring each other.
I put my hand in his back pocket,
pretending to snatch his wallet.
He was smart enough to grab my
hand tightly. I started laughing,
ready to exchange pleasantries.
Behold, when he turned to look
at me, he was not the guy I
actually thought he was; it was a
mistaken identity. This is market
square... HOW DO I EXPLAIN
THIS?? I'm finished....