I'm a lil stressed out now that I'm actually considering forgoing tonight's NYE's celebrations.
Mum: Where are you now?I was rattled at the end of the conversation. I collected my food, walked back to my car, started my engine, and then I saw it, from the corner of my eye, a piece of paper clipped under my wipers, flapping in the wind. A bloody fine! I half-stomped out of my car, snatched the bloody piece of paper off my windscreen, scrunched it up and threw it away. By now, I was just flipping mad and was boiling from within. I could have sworn the car I had parked opposite of didn't have a parking ticket either and it was parked there before me and instead, only I got fined! The MBPJ officer was either sexist or racist...or both! UGH.
Me: Buying lunch. Oh...I've bought the tickets already.
Mum: What time?
Me: The first show. 12pm.
Mum: 12pm?? I can't make it at that time. I've my all-girls lunch.
Mum: Why didn't you check with me first?
Me: How am I supposed to know?! You said you wanted to watch the movie!
Mum: Do you think you can change the tickets?
Me: I highly doubt it.
Mum: Then pass me the tickets. I'll go to OU myself in the evening and see if I can get it changed.
Me: Never mind. I'll do it.
Geezus. It’s plain. It’s black. It’s a slip-on. “Is it nice?” What do you think? It’s a freaking plain all-black canvas loafers, mate!To which his friend responded, “Yeah...it’s really nice.”
Seriously?? Gawts!And BBQ? Well, according to Urban Dictionary (I predict this will soon replace Oxford dictionaries in the near future. Heh.), when it’s linked at the end of WTF, it normally stands for Bitch Be Quiet.