yes, it's long time ago
If I don’t have to tutor, trapping in the traffic jam wouldn’t bother me a tad.
I could catch some Zs on the vehicle.
But I was on the brink of delay.
Although the fact was that I spent way much time purchasing i-POD
I still blamed on the election which triggered severe traffic jam.
Murphy’s Law can always be applied at this very moment, my cell phone was out of battery!
As I asked the old lady sitting beside me if she has cell phone, the driver proffered me his, without my request.
He was approximately fifty, well…at least forty-something,
If his hairs weren’t so thin, he would be reckoned younger…
Technically, I’m not good at gauging people’s age, I once thought our tennis coach a 40-year-old.
Actually, he is 28.
FYI, I’m also a machine-use-challenged gal.
As I took his mobile, I entered the “contacts” that I didn’t intend to.
“my lover~” (here’s the situation, I don’t know how to exactly interpret those four Chinese characters into English. In my knowledge, “my lover” is better than “sweet heart”.)
Before the realization of my goose bumps was in the making, somehow I dial the number.
I didn’t mean it!
“Hello? Hello? ”
“Hellooooo!!!”
For one split second, I spaced out.
Should I answer?
Imaginary scene:
“hi”
“who are you? What the hell did you use my lover’s(?) cell phone, bitch?”
(Apparently smell a rat…affair, she supposed)
“…”
I absolutely can’t put this generous and gentle driver in that situation!
As her volume grow with the time, I found myself trapped in somewhere between confessing to the driver that I dialed the number to his “lover” or let this “lover” snapped at the unanswered phone.
After squirming for ten seconds or so, I stuttered to the driver, “I’m sorry, I can’t use your mobile…”
He asked the number I wanted to ring, and dial it.
I was willing to dig a hole to hide in if there were a shovel, or bulldozer would be faster…
What a special prelude to tutoring.
If I don’t have to tutor, trapping in the traffic jam wouldn’t bother me a tad.
I could catch some Zs on the vehicle.
But I was on the brink of delay.
Although the fact was that I spent way much time purchasing i-POD
I still blamed on the election which triggered severe traffic jam.
Murphy’s Law can always be applied at this very moment, my cell phone was out of battery!
As I asked the old lady sitting beside me if she has cell phone, the driver proffered me his, without my request.
He was approximately fifty, well…at least forty-something,
If his hairs weren’t so thin, he would be reckoned younger…
Technically, I’m not good at gauging people’s age, I once thought our tennis coach a 40-year-old.
Actually, he is 28.
FYI, I’m also a machine-use-challenged gal.
As I took his mobile, I entered the “contacts” that I didn’t intend to.
“my lover~” (here’s the situation, I don’t know how to exactly interpret those four Chinese characters into English. In my knowledge, “my lover” is better than “sweet heart”.)
Before the realization of my goose bumps was in the making, somehow I dial the number.
I didn’t mean it!
“Hello? Hello? ”
“Hellooooo!!!”
For one split second, I spaced out.
Should I answer?
Imaginary scene:
“hi”
“who are you? What the hell did you use my lover’s(?) cell phone, bitch?”
(Apparently smell a rat…affair, she supposed)
“…”
I absolutely can’t put this generous and gentle driver in that situation!
As her volume grow with the time, I found myself trapped in somewhere between confessing to the driver that I dialed the number to his “lover” or let this “lover” snapped at the unanswered phone.
After squirming for ten seconds or so, I stuttered to the driver, “I’m sorry, I can’t use your mobile…”
He asked the number I wanted to ring, and dial it.
I was willing to dig a hole to hide in if there were a shovel, or bulldozer would be faster…
What a special prelude to tutoring.
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