Yes I know the title is a long one, I may change it. In which case I'll have to delete this sentence, which will be a pain as I'm on a roll typing but there you go. Who knows.
Last Monday I jumped in my beautiful little car and ever so carefully started driving off when all of a sudden this boy on a bike appeared from no where (well that's a slight lie, he snuck out from beside Sean's stupid ute that is supposed to be getting sold not looking like a permanent fixture on my driveway)
So as my bumper somehow managed to make contact with him and his bike, my first thought and don't shout at me was "OH MY GOD, IS MY CAR OK" you see I really do love my car, very very much. Then quickly thought oh my goodness that poor boy, relax, he wasn't on the floor he was still standing. Out I jumped and the poor mite was so apologetic, he was just as concerned about my car as I was. I told him not to worry while sneakily trying to see if there were any marks (just a brush mark from his trousers so all good). As I asked him a hundred million times if he was ok, he kept saying yes while apologising and asking if my car was ok. Clearly he has good taste in cars too.
Then, I spotted headphones IN HIS EARS. So I shrieked "are you listening to music" "I was", he started to stutter back "I'm not now", on a roll I barked "it's not safe to do that, turn it off, off off off"
All I could think was this poor boy isn't much older than Ob and I felt so bad, I did of course make sure he was ok and felt alright about continuing his journey to school on the blinking pavement. He said he was fine, but I suspect all he wanted to do was to be left alone and have a little sob.
My lesson learned that day was shout at Sean some more to sell the ute as he was parked in my space, if he hadn't I would've seen that poor boy and therefore not made ever so slight contact with his leg and my beautiful little car.
Now, my new job is fab, 2 days I basically float through what I'm doing while staring at 2 screens pleading that one day it may all make sense. The other 3 days I'm with really lovely clients. So lovely in fact I spent 2 hours with one and have no idea what language she was speaking. The 3 words I managed to get out of her were Hungary, surfboard and fish. Make of that what you will.
She seemed to laugh a lot as well, so maybe she understood me? I really have no idea, but she was a lovely lady and can't wait to see her next week.
My other outstanding client actually walked away mid conversation last week and I was left standing in her kitchen wondering what had happened. Every time I see her I expect some one to jump out with a camera and scream "surprise" (I'm so convinced of this I wear good clothes on a Friday. ... well you never know) after realising she had walked off mid conversation I felt some what hysterical and laughed all the way home. The first week I saw this client she wanted to give me a jar of peanut butter, I politely refused but said my heartfelt thanks, the second week she thrust it in to my hand as I was leaving and then slammed the door (no joke) in my face. This week I'm given a piece of bread wrapped in cling film as I'm leaving while we're talking about the Brexit and telling me to celebrate how ever the verdict goes.
I'm not sure if the bread was part of the celebration or she is over the weeks slowly giving me a sandwich / pack lunch. Watch this space I guess.
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