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| Thats not me :D |
Every time the phone rings, I unfortunately pick it up and the first question that shoots down my ear is “Sushant, Where are you ?”
Me: I’m at this red light stuck in a traffic jam. Will be there in a few minutes.
The Phone rings again, Tring tring, tring tring…
Caller: “Sushant, Where are you?”
Poor Me: I’m at another traffic signal and stuck in another traffic jam. Will be there in a few minutes.
Tring tring, tring tring… (And now the caller is annoyed)
Caller: “Sushant, Where the F$%# are you?”
Poor Me: Sorry lady, I’ll be there in a few minutes.
TGAIMB (Thing Going around in my brain): I am starting to feel like a call girl. (I can empathize with them)
Tring tring, tring tring…
Caller: “Sushant, Where the F$%# are you. Are you bloody stuck at the same red light, or is it that your lazy A$$ started late ?”
TGAIMB (Thing Going Around In My Brain): I wish, I never had this phone, or the car and I wish I never had ever fixed this date.
Poor Me: Yup, just there. Wait for a few more seconds.
TGAIMB: I know this bloody traffic jam will not leave my A$$ for another hour.
Tring tring, tring tring…
And now I switch off the phone. Phew!I try and take a U turn (and O that’s not possible). My left knee is aching by press the clutch too many times. And I have lost a client oops, a date (atleast for today). I turn up the volume and take a sigh of relief.
PS: Watching the cheer girls on TV was better than this date. :-o