Forgive me, bank account, for I have sinned today.
I actually cabbed around today.
Twice, in fact.
It was really my own fault the first time round.
Being dead tired and exhausted the previous night, I overslept in the morning and was thus late for an appointment. Decided to be a responsible person and not get to my appointment too late. Bad choice – I nearly murdered the taxi driver with my own two hands at the end of the ride.
First, that nasty little man drove so slowly that even three-tonne trucks ambled past us. During the whole duration of the journey, the needle of the speedometer did not cross the 60km/h mark at all. Never. Never, ever. Worse, the driver seemed to enjoy trailing buses. He remained in the bus lane throughout most of the journey and the only scenery that I could view in front of the cab was the ridiculously uncreative ads at the back of buses. If the windows had been wound down, I probably would have died of carbon dioxide poisoning from the exhaust fumes of the buses.
And speaking of fumes, that man seemed to have no concept of temperature. The sun was shining high up in the sky and it was hot and humid. But no, that nasty little man did not seem to notice the heat and the air-conditioning remained at that uncomfortable neither-cool-nor-warm temperature.
Then, nasty little man made a wrong turn which got my sense of direction all mixed up and confused. Not only did he not apologize, he had the cheek to dump the blame on me.
“You should have told me not to turn,” said the nasty little man.
*BAMMMM* went my imaginary fist into his nasty little face.
Later that evening, I went out with my friends after practice. It was all quite fun, us sitting around and playing with digital cameras (theirs, not mine). I got a little bored and asked if we were going anywhere after that.
“We’re playing mahjong,” came the reply. I was incredulous – there were eight of us there and mahjong is for like, four people? I figured he was just irritating me for the fun of it.
Fast forward to midnight. We were out of the joint and deciding where to go. As usual, the whole gang of us just hung around and got sidetracked by things like limbo rock and Pepsi-cola-1-2-3 (a game). Twenty minutes later, someone asked, “So how now?”
And the answer came, “Mahjong.”
I am not very good at mahjong and I do not think that my friends would be very happy with me if I played since I would be a terribly slow player. The others who don’t play had already gone off.
I did not want to spoil their night and decided to go off home. And hence, cab number two of the day, which cost me $20.
Now, I am merely a poor student. As it is, my bank account is being depleted due to lack of income and tonnes of bills to pay and books to buy. I did not even want to waste money at the expensive eating joint that we were at.
It was probably my own fault for not believing it when they said they were playing mahjong. If only I had taken the train home earlier and saved that $20.
I’m sorry, bank account.
I promise I will be good for the next few weeks. If need be, I’ll starve. *sobs*