Short temper is a disease and I like needling short tempered people. Last week, I casually asked a page designer, “So, what’s your programme for tomorrow?”
“Weekly off. Will relax,” he said.
I just reacted in jest. “Again off tomorrow? Last week also you took off. Every week you want weekly off?”
The dumbo failed to take it as a joke. He yelled: “You do not take weekly off or what? When I take my off, the entire world notices. You people…,” he paused, saw other colleagues laugh and understood it was just a joke.
LG is a gorgeous, short-tempered friend. We both entered a branded coffee shop. Don’t worry, she was to pay. But like Jeffery Archer wrote in Luncheon short story, my mind was on the bill. You know how branded shops charge. She had indicated it was her treat. But the male ego? Well, forget it. She placed orders, told me that it won’t be a bad idea to start a coffee shop.
“Yes,” I nodded.
“How much will this coffee machine cost?” she asked the salesgirl.
“I am not the owner maam, no idea,” she replied.
A few more questions and similar answers.
The replies infuriated my friend and a heated argument followed.
In the melee, I was forced to pay the bill and bring her out to calm her.
Hey, don’t tell me it was a tact to make me pay.
Oh, that reminds me how a sexy sanyasin made me pay for lunch in Mumbai. Tomorrow on that.