Just random words

Late yesterday afternoon… in an attempt to find a short cut back to the office, i got stuck in a car which would not go. Would not. No matter how many times i turned the key.

Of course, this wasn’t the worst part of the event… the fact that MY CELL PHONE BATTERY* had died… well, yes – this might have been the worst part. And worse’er than that… would be the fact that… the area in which i got stuck, looked a lot like an area where people go missing.

And no, i’m not a scared kind of person. I don’t freak out and burst into tears. I have trust, that in about 45 minutes my father would have every possible netcare/sap/netstar helicopter looking for me.

R50**, that’s what a phone call cost me yesterday evening. To my brother*** - who sent rescuers. As it happens, they opened the bonnet, said something about something, asked me something about something – and the car started****!

*In my defence, i did ask Santa for a car charger last year.
** In Truth, at that point.. i’d have paid R5000 for a working cell phone. And it would still have been cheaper than the choppers.
*** The Phone i used had One Rond air time, i had to make a decision on exactly WHO would answer their phone, as i really only had one chance. And that person, with out a doubt was my brother. Sitting on the side of the road, waiting for the rescue team – i realised that, he is always my first call – and that’s special.
**** I truly love boys. A Lot.