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| The Apartment |
24 June 2012
T’s bedroom is so cosy and the bed so high. Bedding by Ralph
Lauren all the way to the scatter cushions. Fancy! I almost didn’t want to mess
it up. It was so so hot! You wouldn’t believe the weather here! When i walked
into the apartment the night before, it felt like walking into an oven!
I must have slept for 6 hours, far less than I’d
anticipated. I was up around 8am. I felt lost without my phone, I couldn’t
reach anybody. I took a shower and got ready to go to Mc Donald’s for internet.
I saw one down the road from the apartment the night before. As I was about to
open the door to leave, I heard a knock. WHO COULD THAT BE! I was hesitant to
open the door, only for a split second though, thereafter I ran to get it! “Hi,
Bar...ber...Bhabhalwe?” Errr, yeah, that’s me? “T Sent me here, she said you
don’t have a phone, she will call you on my phone in a minute” HALLELUJAH!
‘Oh, are you her boyfriend?’. “Yes,
sorry, I’m Dick”. Nice to meet you Dick.........
T called and told me Vic would take me to the supermarket,
and anywhere else I needed to go, for example, the cell phone shop to get a new
SIM Card. I couldn’t be more grateful. The timing couldn’t have been more
perfect. Had he arrived a minute later,
he would’ve missed me and I don’t know where he would’ve found me because I wouldn’t
have left a note on the door, I wasn’t expecting anyone. He was surprised that
I figured out my own way to get to Connecticut from New York. Well, when you
haven’t got much of a choice, you do what you’ve got to, don’t you?
He took me to Shoprite , just down the road from the apartment,
I got groceries for the week, back to the house, to the mall, which was a bit
further than Shoprite but not much, I got a new SIM Card, they activated it
immediately, the messages came flocking thereafter, one from T, from Facebook,
explaining how she couldn’t pick me up from the airport and how I should take the trains to Connecticut
because they run 24/7. I wish she had
sent me a text instead as I didn’t have Facebook access and I’d told her that
and it never would’ve cost her a thing to send me a text. Anyway, what’s done
was done. I was able to text my loved
ones and tell them I’d arrived safely.
We had fast food for lunch, I asked him to take me to KFC, I
was still on my KFC Trip, I wanted to try the grilled chicken. It was nice, it
tasted just like regular KFC. I paid, yeah, I had some $, what do you take me
for? ;)
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| Lauren by Ralph Lauren |
He dropped me off at the apartment and left. I spent most of
the afternoon chatting, and trying not to fall asleep, what with jetlag and
all. I fiddled with the television and managed to turn it on, all I wanted to
see was what’s currently playing over here, then I switched it off. I didn’t
want the roommate to get home and find me watching her TV. Another knock on the
door. Oh, it’s T. It was nice to see
her. She didn’t say she was coming. She said she did, but oh well. She stopped
by for a minute and had to rush back for work.
N, the roommate came home Monday night. It must have been
around 10pm. She was from work. She told me just about everything about
herself, her amazing life, her bubbly personality, how much men love her and
how she plays them, etc and etc. After 1am, I had to excuse myself and go to
bed. Not the worst first two days in The
US of A.
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