Yesterday was one of the days that I was doing meaningless stuff in office. Attending phone calls and con calls and asking people for reports and giving useless suggestions. So pretty much...boring.
And then I decide to speak with Frank over the extension.
Frank : <Ring Ring> Yeah hallo? came Frank's conspiratory tone.
Jenny: Whatchya doosie
F: I'm thinking of scooting off from work
J: Really? when?
F: Now
J: Now? You mean now now...?
F: Yep.
J: Ok... me too. lemme check
:
:
J: Hey I'll meet you down in 15 mins
F: Don't be late
Okay this is one thing that makes Frank extremely unattractive. He is always telling you to hurry.
Jen... hurry! Jenny...don't be late. Jenny... got to be some place else... so fast ok?
So I had half a mind of pulling his guts out. I swallowed and said... Shut up!
15 minutes later we were both in an autorickshaw, on our way home. The best part of travelling with Frank is we both live close by; so dropping and picking up each other is easy. The second best part is it is he is easy to sit with. Though he is really tall and stuff, I have never had any issues with his hand accidentally touching my body parts or his feet get in the way. And the third best part is he always smells good.
On the way back, we were stuck in the stupid road that leads to Sion. Everybody was honking and I was looking out of the rickshaw. I saw a poor ox pulling what seemed like a converted cart. When I say converted it means, the wheels were replaced with tyres. On the cart sat an insolent boy with a stick. He had driven the animal to stand right upto the auto in front. The poor animal's nose was almost touching the back of the rickshaw. Imagine the plight. The exhaust fumes of any vehicle are super hot. Plus the rickshaw could have backed up slightly hitting the animal on its velvety snout.
On an impulse, I yelled at the boy asking him to back up. He gave me a wry look and continued chewing on something...fodder... I thought! I was so disturbed and told Frank that I wish we could hit the boy or something. That's when Frank did the most manly and romantic thing I could ever ask for. He put out his long legs from the rickshaw and straightened out to the 6 feet something that he is. He walked towards the boy and said something menancing in Hindi...of course the boy did not give up his stand. But then Frank took one step closer and clenched his fists. The boy visibily cowered. When the auto in front moved a little he did not prod the poor animal to rub its nose on it this time. Frank got into the auto.
On an impulse I kissed him tightly on his cheek. Then I did it again. "Thank you! Thank you so much for that.
I said."
What I can never stand is poor animals being tortured for no reason. I believe in the Phantom principle in the woods. Killing animals for food is allowed ...but not for sport.
No matter what I think of Frank later, I will remember this one time...he did the most romantic thing for me....he stood up!
And then I decide to speak with Frank over the extension.
Frank : <Ring Ring> Yeah hallo? came Frank's conspiratory tone.
Jenny: Whatchya doosie
F: I'm thinking of scooting off from work
J: Really? when?
F: Now
J: Now? You mean now now...?
F: Yep.
J: Ok... me too. lemme check
:
:
J: Hey I'll meet you down in 15 mins
F: Don't be late
Okay this is one thing that makes Frank extremely unattractive. He is always telling you to hurry.
Jen... hurry! Jenny...don't be late. Jenny... got to be some place else... so fast ok?
So I had half a mind of pulling his guts out. I swallowed and said... Shut up!
15 minutes later we were both in an autorickshaw, on our way home. The best part of travelling with Frank is we both live close by; so dropping and picking up each other is easy. The second best part is it is he is easy to sit with. Though he is really tall and stuff, I have never had any issues with his hand accidentally touching my body parts or his feet get in the way. And the third best part is he always smells good.
On the way back, we were stuck in the stupid road that leads to Sion. Everybody was honking and I was looking out of the rickshaw. I saw a poor ox pulling what seemed like a converted cart. When I say converted it means, the wheels were replaced with tyres. On the cart sat an insolent boy with a stick. He had driven the animal to stand right upto the auto in front. The poor animal's nose was almost touching the back of the rickshaw. Imagine the plight. The exhaust fumes of any vehicle are super hot. Plus the rickshaw could have backed up slightly hitting the animal on its velvety snout.
On an impulse, I yelled at the boy asking him to back up. He gave me a wry look and continued chewing on something...fodder... I thought! I was so disturbed and told Frank that I wish we could hit the boy or something. That's when Frank did the most manly and romantic thing I could ever ask for. He put out his long legs from the rickshaw and straightened out to the 6 feet something that he is. He walked towards the boy and said something menancing in Hindi...of course the boy did not give up his stand. But then Frank took one step closer and clenched his fists. The boy visibily cowered. When the auto in front moved a little he did not prod the poor animal to rub its nose on it this time. Frank got into the auto.
On an impulse I kissed him tightly on his cheek. Then I did it again. "Thank you! Thank you so much for that.
I said."
What I can never stand is poor animals being tortured for no reason. I believe in the Phantom principle in the woods. Killing animals for food is allowed ...but not for sport.
No matter what I think of Frank later, I will remember this one time...he did the most romantic thing for me....he stood up!
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