Thursday #49 – I woke up this Thursday in The ‘Bra on
mid-sem break, had some breakfast and starting packing some bags to head to DTM’s. It had been a fairly crazy week with DTM and
The Drunk Bro receiving a call late on Monday night and flying out to Beijing
the following day to be by The Cabbie’s side, and I had been placed on
indefinite house sitting duties. I packed
a whole bag of uni notes, some clothes and any food I had in the fridge that I thought
might go off, and set off to DTM’s hood.
With limited access to wifi and no roaming on their phones,
any contact from DTM had to be acknowledged promptly or else it could be another
4 or 5 hours before he could send another message. Of course this meant DTM sent me a whatsapp
just as I was in the car driving to his house.
Instead of being a good, responsible girl and pulling over, I made the
most of the red lights and read and attempted to reply whenever I was stopped
at lights. For the first time ever, I managed
to get to DTM’s with very few red lights.
Typical. As I set off from one
red light after having finally hit send on my message, my heart skipped a few
beats when the unmarked police car behind me pulled out his siren. I changed lanes hoping he just wanted me out
of his way but when he followed me to the middle lane I realised I was going to
have to pull over.
As he got out of his car I was fairly sure I was having a
mini heart attack as I tried to work out what to say when he confronted me
about my mobile phone use at the lights.
I calmed down slightly as I saw him walk over with a breathalyser in his
hand and was relieved when he told me he was doing some random breath
tests. I had another moment of panic
when he wandered around to the front of my car (where the green P never seems
to want to stay put) but he didn’t mention anything and I can only assume he
was satisfied with my beautifully displayed back P (and perhaps felt sorry for
me having them in the first place at 25).
Having not had a drink in about a week, I obviously passed the test with
flying colours and was sent off on my way…a little shaken and offended that he
had “randomly” decided after driving behind me that I might be drunk.
When I got to DTM’s I checked the mail, brought in the
paper, put the dishes away and watered the plants – I was feeling all kinds of
domestic. When the home phone started to
ring I wondered whether or not I should answer it and decided when it had been
ringing for almost 20 seconds from a private number, there was a good chance it
was actually someone calling to speak to me.
DTM was on the other end and commended me for answering his home
phone. He really made it feel like a
bigger achievement than it actually was.
He updated me on The Cabbie’s condition and told me to make myself at
home. The phone rang a couple more times
and each time I debated whether or not to pick it up, thinking all the time
that it may be DTM calling back from China.
It wasn’t, but I did get to speak to The Other Cabbie and fill him in on
the situation so I had officially completed all the tasks that DTM had set for
me.
I decided uni work could wait and set about watching Sex And The City on DTM’s stupidly large
64 inch TV. At 1am I was still awake and
unable to sleep in this rather bizarre situation – staying in DTM’s bed while
he stays in a hotel in Beijing just did not feel right. I popped on some Friends and tried my best to get some sleep ahead of work the next
day. By no means a good Thursday but a
semi-productive one.
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