…You wake up because your maid elbowed you (and feigned surprise when you went OW!) while sweeping the floor.
... You oil your hair and then realise you’ve run out of shampoo and you’re already late in leaving home for an appointment.
… The one day you decide to have breakfast everyone at home decides to skip it and you’re stuck with (yucky) milk.
… You make a long list of errands to run and a political goonda gets arrested the night before. And so as it always happens, all the places you have to go to get your work done are closed in anticipation of trouble. Cowards.
… You go and get your hands pampered at the manicurists and are all happy with your pretty looking nails and soft hands, and then stepping out of the parlour you fall. Hands first. Twice.
… You decide to have sev-puri at the roadside stand near your house and the person 3 seconds before you has ordered 10 plates to take away, 2 plates to eat there and doesn’t know how to give instructions, leaving you standing there for nearly 20 minutes.
… You get your sev-puri packed and refusing a carry bag, give the bhaiyya some additional gyan on saving the environment and not using plastic. This said you walk back home with the newspaper packet in your hand and it drips – tamarind chutney all over your pants. Light coloured cottons at that.
I spent the rest of the evening and night in my room.
Sigh. Person Luck (being politically correct just in case) has a weird sense of humour.
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