Sometimes your fingers act considerably faster than your brain. Or rather that you understand just a fraction of a second too late what is about to happen but there is nothing you can do to prevent the accident from happening.
Yesterday, after work, before I was set to meet with a dear friend of mine, I had some time on my hands. And what better way to fill the gap than to combine two of my favorite past-times: saving money and retail therapy.
I had gotten a coupon that gave 15 percent discount on normal priced items in a certain department store. And although I am trying to live on a budget at the moment, I did need some new underwear, so this seemed like to perfect time to go lingerie shopping.
(I will not bore you with the details of my spree, let´s just say that in order to benefit a total of about 15 euros saving I ended up spending more than intended.)
Shopping done I leave the department store. Even though I was very happy (and still am) with my purchase, I felt like that I needed to confess my straying from the path of frugality to another big spender in hopes of her giving me some well deserved firm words on the matter. (We have made a pact that we will support each other in our task of steering away from shopping and unnecessary spending.)
“Great, am merrily hopping down the path of sin: I just spend 100 euros on nice, new laces…”
Lah-di-dah, add recipient, and before I knew it I had sent the message to the caretaker of my apartment building.
I swear, I almost fainted and wet myself there and then. Huge wave of shame flooded over me.
When I got home I opened the door very carefully. Who knows if the janitor would have taken that sms as an invitation and was now waiting for me in his speedos… I needed to be prepared to dart out of the apartment! (The mere thought still sends shivers down my spine and not the good kind, let me assure you!)
The shame – and fear of opening my door to find an amorous caretaker waiting – will pass within a couple of years – I should imagine. In the meanwhile I guess I either need to change apartments or try to steer clear out of the janitors way.
There is only one but… I actually would need his services as the plumbing in my apartment has not been working properly for some time now.
But how can I possibly approach him now with a proposition that he´d come and a have a look at my pipeline without it sounding like the oldest premise in the adult entertainment storylines?!
I guess I have to make do with the bad plumbing. Or pretend it never happened.
