Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Quick Intro (part 2)

I felt like I was on a movie set with all eyes on moi. Before I crossed the remaining part of the road, I un- tucked my shirt and flew it over my trousers; I also pulled up the band of my trousers. I crossed the road, got to the “SO” filling station and found my boss. I was lucky that one guy was trying to be d next Luis Hamilton or should I say Felipe Macer (whoever the current car racing champ is) cos he drobve his Sienna into a fence and everyone at the filling station only had eyes for the commotion that was developing, so no one spotted me.



The rain eased and I didn’t tell my boss anything xcept that I had the money with me. So, off we went to the office. I took a bike from Abule-Egba to Alausa and another one to ma office. While at the office, my boss made things worse (well, since I didn’t tell him anything, there was no way for him to know my problem…except if he’s psychic). He asked me to take the money to the bank (actually two banks) and I thought: “PERFECT…just what I needed”.






When you work with my boss, you’ll do a lot of biking, so I took a bike to secretariat, walked across the road into the complex and located GTBank (if you know the area, you’ll realize it’s no small distance). All the while…my trousers remained split and was even threatening to split further. It was so bad that I couldn’t sit down at the bank while waiting for my turn at the counter. I had to stand by the wall, behind two guys in order to hide myself. I paid the money…left GTBank, walked out of the secretariat and crossed over to Oceanic Bank. I had to go over the same “stand while you wait” drill cos there were even more people there.
In short, I just thank GOD that I never needed to sit down in public that day cos it would’a been HELL.


The moral of this story (I still haven’t figured it out but I think this should suffice) is …don’t be like me, always buy original pant trousers (LOL) and if you can’t afford it, then maybe you should try taking an extra pair of trousers in your bag anywhere you go…you never can tell…I might save your LIFE…later folks…

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