Alarm bells should have sounded some warning this morning, preferably with those flashy red lights that make you believe that you were stuck in some *seedy disco from the past.
I suppose I could say it all began with a certain degree of reluctance to wake up (on my part), I could hear my brain protesting... "we need to sleep" it said. I ignored the protests and trudged on with my morning routine despite yet another protest from my tummy, which had a strange sort of pain. I could have listened to Chiquita's radiator as well, when it said that there was a problem. Possibly minor... but no. I didn't listen.
So that is how I, upon insisting on leaving the house anyway, ended up reaching the workplace late because there was a bloody accident halfway through the journey. There was no blood, though, but broken glass everywhere and ogling onlookers, and a terribly damaged car. It would have been alright if I was respectably late (for instance if I was 15 minutes late or more, but instead, I was only four minutes late, which seems pretty pathetic)
I really shouldn't have bothered. Should have let the brain get it's rest, done something for the tummy and checked out if the radiator needed any help. Oh well.
*I really have no idea how a seedy disco looks like, it just sounds fitting into that sentence.
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I love your little *'s. It adds a certain pop to your posts. And its good to see you posting everyday :)
ReplyDeleteAw, thanks, Orhan... I must admit though that the little *'s idea was actually borrowed off Terry Pratchett - one of my current favourite authors.
ReplyDeleteLOL!!! I'm currently reading Wyrd Sister...and yes his *'s are brilliant!
ReplyDeleteWyrd Sister is awesome... another fantastic story about the witches would be Witches Abroad. You'll be laughing for days!!!
ReplyDeleteI was about to ask you about that seedy disco ... LOL!
ReplyDeleteWhen you said late, I was thinking along 30 to an hour late, but 4 minutes? ROTFL!
Actually, in my place, even 1 minute is considered late, and we're required to fill up the "Explanation Form"... 4 minutes was just embarassing because as I was driving in, the morning exercise had just ended and my 'punching in late' was seen by practically everyone.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness ! nothing serious or else .........
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Oh yeah... nothing serious on my part... but I think the accident was pretty bad.
ReplyDeleteI hope you're feeling ok. Perhaps you need a make up hooky day.
ReplyDeleteI am feeling ok... Thanks. YEs... I think I do need a hooky day sometime soon!
ReplyDeleteI hate hate hate when you have a dramatic reason for being really late that you end up rushing so much you arrive on time, or very slightly late so that no-one cares about your dramatic reasons for getting there at that particular time. I always feel robbed!! In hindsight I always realise it would be better not to rush and to arrive properly late instead of in an anti-climatic flurry which leaves me wrecked for the rest of the day! But it never stops me doing it the next time!! Why oh why won't I learn???
ReplyDeleteYes, Aunty... I so hear you. Yes... robbed is the precise feeling!
ReplyDeleteLoved the "respectably late part":-
ReplyDeleteYeah most of the time the hold up from accidents is from bystanders looking on. Best to feed yourself and avoid the commotion.
ReplyDeletelost: LOL! Thank you :)
ReplyDeleteRicardo: That's true... people love doing that.