I'm going to keep my eyes open the first Sunday of every month. Here's what happened today.
The Intercom rings, and since I'm the only one not eating breakfast (owing to the fact that I'm trying to put the newspaper back together after reading it) I go and answer it.
Security Guard: Madam, Internet theke log eschhe.
Me: KI?!?!? Internet theke maane?
I am assailed with a mental image of me opening the door and finding this:
Me: Wahahahhahahaha, pathiye din. We shall have a visitor from the Internet! Will he have horns? Will he speak in another language?
The Pater: It's the Internet service provider come to collect the monthly amount for you ruining your eyesight.
Me: Oh. (Thinks) Do you think he'll do a weird dance?
The Pater: Eat your breakfast.
Some people just don't understand how starved of aliens and other supernatural superserious creatures I am. For the record, the guy "from the Internet" turned out to be this meek, bespectacled creature who openly balked at my wide-grinned nomoshkaar.
1 day ago
9 have survived.:
u did a 'nomoshkar' ??? :O
i would've thought 'stalker'. experience takes a toll.
lol..u need a boyfriend like Krish...
or is it Krrishh?
@ wian: no, i said nomoshkaar. I'm not weird or anything *offended look*
@ heh? ok: oh. never thought of that. darn, what a waste my life is.
@ little boxes: any boyfriend will do, actually.
u SAID 'nomoshkar' !!?????
That's SUPER WEIRD!
:P
omg.
hahahahahahhaaaaaaaaaha!
i have the perfect career for you:
Airhostess!
nomoshkars will be normal; and you might see a UFO or two whizzing by. AND/Or get a business-class boyfriend!
I second Anasua.
hahahgasdsdkjn.
i totally sympathize with you.
i want martians too.
*sigh*
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