Monday, April 05, 2004

post office blues

All hail the assholes at the Post Office. They send me a challan-like document and summon me to I. I. Chundrigar in the afternoon heat, make me walk up and down the stairs, then ask me a hundred questions about 'yeh iPod kia cheez hoti hai?' and then pack it back up and say the earliest I can take it home is tomorrow and that too from their Shahrah-e-Faisal branch.

Plus they're banging it around like its a stuffed toy. You do not bang around sensitive electronic equiptment, dammit!

*deep breath*

More khwaari tomorrow. Talal, as is to be expected, is dancing with glee like a little girl. Note to self: Kick his ass when I have five minutes to spare sometime.

Misha at Monday, April 05, 2004

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