Drops of blood were falling down on floor as I watched in horror. A rat had bitten me while I was trying to sleep on the floor.
Everyday musings of a middle aged man who's survived operation theaters and a love marriage
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Showing posts with label Story. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
The evil mouse bite
Drops of blood were falling down on floor as I watched in horror. A rat had bitten me while I was trying to sleep on the floor.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Facing an overconfident brute
"Yes, but you still have a p***s", this sentence was almost the tipping point.
The water cooler conversation leading to the aforementioned statement was pretty interesting, I must say. Its a story which I thought should not be told at first. Later on, I had a discussion with a friend and she suggested it was a funny situation. I then decided to make it public, without mentioning names.
"How is the love story between you and that girl going?" His question hit me like a brick. "Which love story mate?" I responded. "Oh come on! I saw you exchanging phone numbers." Know I knew where he was coming from. "Yes but I have exchanged phone numbers with so many people in the class, without having a love story. And I am a married person."
The next sentence was a classic. "Yes, but you still have a p***s." It was an awkward moment, I had to finish the water in my cup before saying anything. "You're right, I have the p thing and it works. But, I am the master here not the p." I tried to show some teeth and continued. "It was just a class room exchange of information. I have a good wife, so I don't need to goof around. Moreover, I paid cold hard cash to prepare for IELTS. Flirting with young ladies is certainly not on my list of priorities."
The water cooler conversation leading to the aforementioned statement was pretty interesting, I must say. Its a story which I thought should not be told at first. Later on, I had a discussion with a friend and she suggested it was a funny situation. I then decided to make it public, without mentioning names.
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The Story
Class ended at 12:00 PM, I stopped at the water cooler before leaving the institute(BETS). It was there that a young man approached me with an evil smile."How is the love story between you and that girl going?" His question hit me like a brick. "Which love story mate?" I responded. "Oh come on! I saw you exchanging phone numbers." Know I knew where he was coming from. "Yes but I have exchanged phone numbers with so many people in the class, without having a love story. And I am a married person."
The next sentence was a classic. "Yes, but you still have a p***s." It was an awkward moment, I had to finish the water in my cup before saying anything. "You're right, I have the p thing and it works. But, I am the master here not the p." I tried to show some teeth and continued. "It was just a class room exchange of information. I have a good wife, so I don't need to goof around. Moreover, I paid cold hard cash to prepare for IELTS. Flirting with young ladies is certainly not on my list of priorities."
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