Hunted by a pink lady on a Wednesday morning

I had another easy morning this morning. Like most of my mornings actually. I do take my time – and ppl who lived with me knows this – and all bosses I’ve ever had knows this too, but that’s not the point I wanna make with this post. So!

I woke up slowly again this morning, snoozing 6 times minimum. Opened one eye, checking environment, closing it again, sending confirmation to my brain that it is indeed morning, and opened both eyes (no real point in exaggerating in case it had still been night, right, on the other hand thou it is extremely rare I set the alarm for midnight…But anyhoo!).

You know mornings were you feel refreshed and ready for a new day, and you start moving your body with no exaggerated moves, on the way out of the bed? Me too, well till… MWAAAARAGH!!! WHAT. THE. BLOODY. FCK!??? Screaming as if 3 big fat Vikings were jumping up and down on my back like I was some sort of have-to-die-now-I’m-obviously-dinner! Oh, ARGH the pain! Those fuckers! I moved slowly out of bed, real slow. Wow, did I feel pathetic, - haven’t even reached my 30ies yet, but felt like 78, at least!

Anyway. Rest of the morning went with caution. Just caution. Slowly, with every move well-considered. I had been driving back from Belgium, which was a very nice ride in itself, but God a good advice is to stop and stretch once in a while, or arrange an appointment with your favorite masseuse beforehand for your arrival if you do need to drive 180 an hour 4 hours in a row…. (well, ask me, it was still worth it).

Anyway, I manage to get that far to get out the door that morning, even in time. However, the walk down to the metro took twice the time, so I wrote my boss that I was late and why I was late, only to get the reply; “Enjoy it now, it will only get worse with time..” …’enjoy it!???’ I’m telling you, if you see me in the gym, then MOVE AWAY FROM THE TREADMILL, ITS MINE!

I walked like a duck, and looked like an idiot on the way to the metro. Only concentrating on ‘keep on walking, just, keep on walking’. I came down the main street, and usually not far from there, I have to turn down a little street a little later on and then I would be at the metro. But now this was pretty far with this ugly-duckling walk I had going on. Till I spotted a personality dressed in complete pink with a big white fluffy hat walking towards me. This I could live with taking my own little walk into consideration, but the fact that she had a microphone in her hand and a dude walking behind her with a massive camera got me immediate suspicious. In instant denial about my walk I looked around hoping to see fellow Homo sapiens on same path as me, but there was no one. The freak team was heading towards me. Shit. Shit shit, oh do I now HATE election time! (election on in DK). If I speeded up, I would have about 40% chance to get down that little street. As a duckling having a bit too many red bulls I ran down the street as they approached me. I came closer to them. Why did they HAVE TO walk this way, on this direction and on my time of the morning!!? The red lamp on the camera went on. Only command in my head was “Run Forest, run!”, and swear I did. Wriggling my unfeathered behind like it was life and death I approached pink lady whose eyes got bigger, and slowly her mouth opened shaping a word. And all I was looking at was the corner. The corner. The corner that was going to save me and this. I was a meter from the corner as her first word came out. 6 steps more and I was there. I gave it high speed imagining life with coffee’s where it was strictly caffeine mixed with bit of water and a tons of sugar. No beans. No beans. Caffeine, just caffeine. She noticed I wasn’t interested as my shoulder-showing walk started (had to save myself), and there it was. The corner! I came around it. Safe!!! You fckers! Save your questions for another idiot! And oh dear I hope you are SO gonna delete that part in your editing!

Jeeez, what they don’t do now for a few extra votes today!?? …or was that for a kiddie’s telly by the way…? ...