Somebody Has To Earn The Money


Another day, another story. I got up this morning at 4 (my inner clock is still messed up) after going to bed before 8 last night. I was settled in my new place, please check the view out on the balcony, and I was excited about getting my job letter, opening a bank account and getting my tax number. The lady at the Department of Finance told me to pick up the letter at 11 so promptly at 11.10 I was standing in front of the window. Let the day begin! Subway has been calling me for the last few days and I just have feeling that they might have the seafood salad over here.
After 10 minutes of waiting, a lady comes to the window and I politely ask for my letter. She informs me that the letters are not ready yet as the head of the department who is supposed to sign them has left for a meeting and he will sign once he gets back. 30 minutes later ... no one knows where he is and in what meeting so it's best if they call me when he is back and the letter is signed. At this point my blood starts boiling as I'm reasoning that this particular Head knows that he has to sign these letters everyday and that pick up is between 11am and 2pm. Why in the world did he leave without signing the damn letters?!?
After some deep breaths I remember that I am in the Caribbean and this is Caribbean time, Well after the deep breaths and after the heat hit me when I left the building. It is hot, people. I am sweating like a pig and most annoyingly I seem to be the only one with this problem. All the make-up I put on my face today, all the effort I made was fruitless ... or so I thought.
I decided I was going to pop into the pharmacy to buy some hair products and get out of the heat. Pharmacies usually are air-conditioned. I go in and of course with my luck they don't have my moisturizing lotion. As you can probably guess this forced me to buy some sweets to compensate for the lack of hair products.
Now I am back in the heat with no place to go. I walk by a chinese bar and decide that it might be time for a nice cold drink. I buy my coke and sit down with my paper. As I am fully engrossed in a particularly nasty Sudoku puzzle, I hear someone speaking to me.
"Can I buy you another coke?", an old man asks.
"I'm fine, thank you" I smile at him and continue with my puzzle. This however does not stop him as he replies,
"I can see you are sitting here alone. Are you sure you don't want another drink?"
I look up and tell him: "I'm sure but thank you for the offer."
He is now warming up to this really fascinating conversation.
"You are all alone. Where is your husband?" he asks me.
I look him dead in the eyes and say, "He is at work. Someone has to earn the money."
I could still hear him laughing when he disappeared around the corner.

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 5, 2010 at 3:44 PM

    Pigs cannot sweat. That's why they roll around in dirt to cool down - learned that on the farm

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