There is a problem at my house every morning: Sugar.
Wait a minute, why do I feel like you are reading this with your eyes and mouth wide open? Please, don’t give me a hard time! It’s not like I said I did not love pizza…
So yeah, we usually wake up early in the morning–i.e. around 6:00, but somehow, we rarely leave the house at a decent time.
Here is the thing though: Sugar likes to take his time in the morning while I like to rush things a little. I will get our lunch packed, put our dress shirts on one side of our bed, etc. He will put my watch, my glasses, and my favorite bracelet on the other side, and clean my shoes. Things like that, you know.
But I mean the guy likes to take his tiiiime. Really.
So this morning, something interesting happened. Since we were leaving at 8 o’clock, I thought we should call our taxi driver, Elton. Before I go any further, I think that I need to mention that he drives a motorcycle. Not always safe. Yeah, I know! Anyway, I hopped on the motorcycle in a mad rush while Sugar took his time. Duh. Then, we heard this… Well, you must be familiar with the noise that a piece of clothe makes when you tear it up. Yeah, Sugar had his pants torn. And you get the picture. Actually, please don’t, if you know what I mean…
All in all, let’s just hope that I we will be able to leave early on Monday. Or not.
This is my first attempt at writing a “funny” post. To tell you the truth, I like to think that I am hilarious. Or maybe I am not, which is funny in itself, isn’t it?
P.S: I commend Sugar for letting me post this one. I know I wouldn’t, if the roles were reversed. :p