Tuesday-a-Streaking

So there I was going about my business – watching TV, trying to stay out of the cupboards etc. Yawn.

Then my phone rang, it was my mom calling in quite a panic: she immediately instructed me to call my sister, cause “something’s happening at her Res and she’s very scared” and my mom’s too far away to be able to do anything notable. I’m thinking sh**t, maybe I should get dressed and call as I get out the door. Damn, call? Get dressed? Run out? Luckily I called my sister before I did the latter; she sounded a bit scared yet I could also hear some nervous sounding giggling... I was thinking, what the hell, am I being punked? She kept saying “I thought something bad was going to happen to us, I thought they were storming our Res”. I’m thinking, who, what, when?

Then, she really started cracking up; I think the shock was wearing off. I, on the other hand, was not laughing; I was sitting patiently on my bed waiting for my sister’s news in 60 seconds bulletin to start, thinking up all sorts of weird and wacky stories that would warrant my mom calling me in such a panic: she found the secret spot Gadaffi has been broadcasting from at her varsity and is being threatened by his female bodyguards? No? Wait, wait…Bin Laden’s brother came knocking at her door? No? She found Tupac in her room reading the YBF on her computer? No? So what…what?!

*Anti-climax*

A group of boys from one of the guy’s Residences Knockando were streaking *sigh, rolling my eyes*. Stupid boys. They were running towards my sister’s Res with the police hot on their tail*blue lights, sirens the works*. The boys, obviously looking like the hooligans they are, were running so fast, darting here and there that my sister thought "this is it, the Rwandan genocide did not end in Rwanda". She was convinced that some serious wahala was about to happen she sent me a text later: “I tho’t it was the youth league, I tho’t I was gona die (Rwandan genocide) x.

*Another Sigh*

Streaking at 9pm… really? Thought that only happened after 11pm. Were they amping the thrill factor? What were they doing? These days I thought streaking only happened at the Rugby and the Cricket? SMH. Clearly not. Sooo high school!

*Totally unrelated*

Took my car in for a service today and got dropped off by a normal driver in the morning…the afternoon was a different story altogether, this 45+, actually probably 50+ man drove like a varsity boy who’d just received his first car AND he had a “happy birthday to you” ringtone. WTF? 50+ with a “happy birthday” ringtone??Wow.

Later,

xoxo