after waking up at 3.30pm yesterday from a restless sleep dreaming about aligning text for booklets, i smsed alvin.
"baby. come home."
i was expecting a loving sms back. instead i got this.
"i have bad news. very bad news."
oh shit, it's my car, isn't it? i thought.
"wat??"
"your car got scratched. i'm sorry."
"how bad is it?"
"come down and have a look. i'm downstairs."
while changing out of my pyjamas i was preparing myself for the worst. fortunately, i was way too tired from my 24 hr work stint to react dramatically. so i calmly walked down looking rather disheveled. alvin stood outside looking really pissed off.
luckily the scratch turned out to be a superficial scratch at the right corner of my bumper. i probably wouldn't even have noticed it for a couple of weeks.
"wat happened?"
"some fucker must've scratched it. it was already scratched when i went to collect the car from the parking lot. i screwed the parking guy up."
nyeh. karma dictates what goes around comes around. you scratch mine? someone else scratches yours, bitch.
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