Monday has struck again. I always knew Monday's just hated my guts and I've not been proven wrong till this very day. I think in my previous life I must have done something really bad on a Monday!
There I was this morning on the way to work. All of a sudden, I feel the car pull to the left.
'Oh no!' I said
I knew what that meant. It could only mean that I had a puncture. And upon stopping the car at the side of the road, I was right. It was indeed a puncture. Not really a big problem you would say, well, WRONG! Cos recently I had another puncture and was already using my spare tire and didn't get around the fixing the other one.
So there I am now left with no spare tire and stuck at the side of the road looking like an idiot. The only good thing is there was a Shell station opposite the road and it had a service centre which wasn't opened yet. At least that's a good sign.
The moment it opened, I ran across to get some help from the mechanic and after about 20 minutes or so, I was finally on my way to work totally sweaty and all that. At least it happened right in front of a service station. Imagine if I was in the middle of the highway with no spare. I immediately went to fix my spare tire cos I don't want to be caught without one again. All I'm asking is:
'WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, MONDAY? WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?'
2 years ago
