Continuing the amusing incidents,
2)A distant and a social butterfly of an aunt had gone for a religious gathering. Our customs require us to leave our footwear outside.With so many pairs(thousands) strewn around, finding your pair can be quite a task. When this aunt was busy in footwear hunting, few friends caught up and started chatting. This aunt was happy she had company in the public transport. She reached home a bit late(11 pm). Hurriedly, she removed her footwear. What did she find? Hold your breath...she had worn two different ones of two pairs! She said,"no wonder, I was not getting that "mine" feeling". With friends for company, who bothered about footwear! I am sure, the owners of the two pairs are still unaware as to whatever happened to their other pair!
3)Once my grandparents drove us on the water front. Only one parking space with gaping pothole was vacant. Granpa was an expert driver. He asked Granma, to get down and guide him as he expertly manoeuvred the 4 wheeler. Grandma, did as told motioning him to drive on. Just then the dusty wind blew. She continued motioning, involuntarily shielding her eyes with the other hand. Granpa got irritated and snapped, "where do I drive on? Into the pothole?!?
2)A distant and a social butterfly of an aunt had gone for a religious gathering. Our customs require us to leave our footwear outside.With so many pairs(thousands) strewn around, finding your pair can be quite a task. When this aunt was busy in footwear hunting, few friends caught up and started chatting. This aunt was happy she had company in the public transport. She reached home a bit late(11 pm). Hurriedly, she removed her footwear. What did she find? Hold your breath...she had worn two different ones of two pairs! She said,"no wonder, I was not getting that "mine" feeling". With friends for company, who bothered about footwear! I am sure, the owners of the two pairs are still unaware as to whatever happened to their other pair!
3)Once my grandparents drove us on the water front. Only one parking space with gaping pothole was vacant. Granpa was an expert driver. He asked Granma, to get down and guide him as he expertly manoeuvred the 4 wheeler. Grandma, did as told motioning him to drive on. Just then the dusty wind blew. She continued motioning, involuntarily shielding her eyes with the other hand. Granpa got irritated and snapped, "where do I drive on? Into the pothole?!?
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