Blog Challenge, Friday Fiction

#BarWoWe: Nothing can go wrong, or can it?

#barwwowe-prompt-blogging-pink-bougainvillea-nothing-can-go-wrong-between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place A new day.

The feeling of spring in the air.

A pair of sparrows frolicked on my terrace; two for joy!

Nothing could go wrong today!

I stepped out for the day with this thought in my head, humming with the song on the FM and looking forward to meeting V today.

I had just settled in my monday morning office rhythm when ” Her Bossiness” sent for me. She had decided to send me for the Milan fair this year. Oh joy, joy, joy…… I floated on a cloud the whole day while my peers emitted green darts of envy, all directed at me. Some even confirmed voodoo appointments. I didn’t care! I was so so happy!

Pasta, cheese, shoes, bags, clothes, Italian hunks, Milan………………………………….. whats not right with this? Nothing!!! Yipeee Yay!!!!

Boss’s EA came to take all my travel details – passport, travel date, stay, currency, meeting agenda…. the works. I was to leave in two week’s time.

I called my mom, BFF and V to relay my happening news – lists were exchanged from shopping to things-to-do to since-you-are-going-alone-be-careful , etc, etc.

V proposed a dinner to celebrate – Yay!!!

I need a dress and a pedicure. With that thought I ditched the gym and headed for the mall. Mission accomplished, came home to snuggle up with Nori – my adorable but vagrant feline who I love to death, before putting on my party face and romancing off with V.

Meetings (work agenda set), shopping (of course I needed new clothes), parlour trips (buffing, waxing, trimming – the works), visa appointment (yay!!!), packing (with room for shopping left) – all flew into a crazy muddle as the days zipped past. Every checklists whetted out to the last detail to ensure nothing goes wrong.

The day arrived for me to fly. It was a 5 am flight and I had to leave home by 12 am. Pre-booked a cab, cleaned out the last specks of dust and dirty dishes and settled Nori with my downstairs neighbour.

12.17 a.m. – Yay! I was on my way to the airport.

12.20 a.m.- Cootchie-cooed with V a bit on phone before he dozed off.

12.42 a.m. – Bham!!

12.43 a.m. – Standing on the road and staring in shock at the blown out car tyre. Cabbie was equally shattered.

12.45 a.m.- Cabbie opened the trunk to discover, no spare!

12.57 a.m.- Calling Cab operator for a replacement

12.58 a.m.- Its ringing.

12.59 a.m.- On hold

01.00 a.m. – Cabbie deciding he can’t do much as require a new tyre, gets comfortable in the front passenger seat while leaving me to figure out the alternative *Cursing all cabbies and their ilk*

01.15 a.m. – Calling V; no response! *fuming over his deep slumber*

01.20 a.m.- A sumo stops by our cab. Driver inspects the blown out tyre with precision before declaring – its blown out!  * I roll my eyes in vexation*

01.25 a.m. – Both the drivers huddle up in a whispered conference while I chew my nails in anxiety

01.30 a.m. – Both come up to me and offer a solution – for 2000/- the Sumo guy would drop me to the airport, accompanied by my cabbie as well.

Millions of thoughts sparked my brainy neurons, each taking me from despair to lunacy in a matter of millisecs.

If I miss this flight, my boss will kill me and probably never send me on such a trip again.

On the other hand, if I go off with these two and they turn out to be mischief makers, I will be in a hotter soup than before.

But If I stay here, how will I get home, just in case nothing else works out.

A typical between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place situation with neither solution looking appealing or safe.

While I was chewing my nails over this complex decision, a PCR stopped by our cab!! Oh Joy – there is truly a god out there who loves me. And all was well in my paradise again.

Solemio….tra-la-la-la


Nothing-can-go-wrong-between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place-chrysanthmums-flowers-early-morning- temper-anger-balance-always-anyway-arrive-aspire-barwowe-ubc-tempering my nature

This post has been written as an attempt on the #BarWeWo prompt “Between a rock and a hard place”

Linking up this post for Day #17 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge

 

Facebook Comments

Passionate about everything design, I am in love with photography, travel and baking. My writing journey was initiated with my letter writing hobby as a child and has metamorphosised into serious blogging. I indulge with reading fantasy fiction, day dreaming and sipping good wine.

12 thoughts on “#BarWoWe: Nothing can go wrong, or can it?

    1. HA HA! It was a piece of fiction I conjured up for the BAR prompt Nita!! Maybe I will think of some other adventure to share soonest. So do stay tunes 😉
      Yes PCR van is Police Control Room Van…

Share your thoughts with me on this post please

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.