Eh, Why Not Working?

A few of my friends had been sharing some jokes on their blogs recently. I thought maybe I can share one of my jokes as well...

My colleagues and I went to the recreation room after lunch. They played the table soccer, while I rested on the massage chair to relieve my stiff neck. I picked up the remote and pressed on the power button a few times. On, off, on, off, no movement. I pressed the buttons to adjust the leg rest level. Up, down, down, up, up, and down. No movement. I pressed the buttons to adjust the back rest. Up, down, up, up, and down. No movement. I pressed the buttons for the different massage programs. 1, 2, 3. No movement. I continued to punch a few more buttons. Still no movement.

Then suddenly, the man sitting in massage chair beside me turned to me and said, "I think that is the remote control for my massage chair you are holding." No wonder no movement lah! I was punching the buttons of the remote of someone else's massage chair all these time. Ha ha. Then I found my remote hidden beneath the arm rest and continued to have a good time on the chair. Ahhhhhhh. But I did feel kinda sorry for my mistakes. I swear I did not do it on purpose! =p

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