Walking on a Fence

I was standing at the window of the operation theater and looking out while they were giving anesthesia to a patient. The porch and drive were near the window and I could see people approaching the entrance to the department. Suddenly I saw something funny. The servant who was posted in our operation theater until recently, and who had been transferred to a ward by seniority so that he could enjoy a job with less work was walking towards the entrance. Nothing unusual in that, one would think. Well, he was walking on a 1 foot tall and one foot wide cement fence around the garden, one leisurely step at a time, savoring each step. The guy was in no hurry to reach the ward and work. So his each step was timed to take as long as was humanly possible. If he had been a four year old, one could explain the happiness experienced by him. But at the age of 44 or 54, it was a bit difficult to explain, when the time he was spending was paid for by the civic body. Another funny thing about his walk was that he had a wide based waddling gait while he had been working in our operation theater. His walking on a foot wide fence without losing balance was a miracle. Perhaps he was in training, like aspiring ramp walkers.