Those of you who have figured out who I am (and yes, there are a few people with a brain, other than my darling self, that is!) would know that I definitely not a morning person.
In fact, I am the opposite of a morning person – a night owl cum bookworm, guarding the streets of our fair city during the night, with a watchful eye, on the lookout for wrongdoers….
No – wait! That’s Batman or Spiderman or a gargoyle, or something, anyway! Sorry about that - got sidetracked into my comic heroes….
Back to erm… what was it? Oh yes, the non-morning me! Right, basically when I wake up in the morning, one thing is predictable: that no matter which side of the bed I get out from, it’s gonna be the wrong side. So if you ever cross my path before 08.00 hrs – beware. No – even better – make a run for it!
Ok. I’m really not that bad, but let’s just say that I need my first coffee to be poured down my throat before I am even able to open my eyes! Ok, so this is what happened. It was a bleak Tuesday morning, around 7.45 am (which is a v ungodly, immoral, and possibly illegal time by when one is expected to be awake, dressed and ready to start of a full day’s work! Humph!) But anyway, I was in a v good mood to start of with, I was quite happy with my wardrobe choice and was in a reasonably civil mood considering the time of day and post-traffic-hell trauma.
There I was minding my own business, walking down the street in full would-be business swing when I felt something glare at me. It was too early in the morning to have done anything remotely bad enough to have pissed off anyone to that extent. Plus, the guy I overtook and subsequently cut off on the Regional Road this morning while driving on my way to work, couldn’t have possibly managed to keep up with me, let alone follow me all the way to work… Or did he? I had this eerie feeling creeping up my spine, when…
GAAAHH!
An old, decrepit, toothless man, with no fashion sense, or common sense for that matter, was looking at me in a most sinister manner. He started to walk my way, at which point I thought to myself – dodge! Despite the early hour and the fact that I wasn’t exactly what you’d call sharp and awake, my reflexes were fast enough to avoid coming face to face with this geezer. ‘Good morning baby! Let me take you for a coffee. Hi, come to my place!’ he growled. I gave him a glare which spelt out:
DANGER.BACK.OFF.INSTANTLY.
(Or should have spelt out, anyway. But probably he was illiterate / an alien from another galaxy / one of the many mad men I’m destined to encounter due to some screwed up universal karma!) I steamed off to work, another 5 minutes to walk in high heels at this time, with this bleak weather, with this absurd incident weighing on me. It was a little too much to handle, and not a very good start to my day. I spent the full five minute-walk to work pondering the encounter.
Why? Why ME? Was my shirt unbuttoned? Had I forgotten to wear my skirt or something? Did I have ‘Young, desperate and willing’ tattooed on my forehead? Nope. It was just plain weird. Nonetheless, as soon as I got to work, I made a dash for the ladies’ room – just to make sure that I hadn’t mistakenly worn my underwear on top of my clothes, or anything!
And, just in case you were wondering – no I hadn’t done anything that silly!
Duh! He he he! Until next time!
N :P
