A long drive home awaits me from Cyberjaya. Friday night traffic is always worst no matter where you are. But I needed to get back home earliest possible, I have another meeting lined up tonight.
My tummy growled, begging for a slice of carbo.
I pulled over to nearest petrol station, loaded Jenny with octane and grabbed a few meals over the counter. Hot dogs, Frankfurters and the fake RM1 Pizza (it’s RM2 now). Sprayed extra chili sauce and left before they could charge for the excessive sauce.
One hand on the steering, the other holding the leaky hot dog. Nothing beats quality multitasking.
Achoo! I’m still a sick boy with a reddish nose. I had to put the hot dog on my lap to wipe that snot of mine.
I promised myself to clean Jenny once I get back. I didn’t want to get distracted though I was pretty much stuck in the traffic. I’m being lazy in other words.
Poorly lit, I saw a wet surface on my pants. I stuck a finger and sampled it. Strange, it’s not spicy. Shouldn’t this be the dripping chili sauce? It’s sour, almost tasteless. Oh sh*t! It’s phlegm from my sneeze!
Lesson learnt: Don’t lick anything off your pants!
ps: Postponed the meeting. To bummed to go out tonight.
pss: “A lick and a promise“, antonym of “spic and span”. I think..
psss: Read between the lines, please! (and you know this is made up story)