‘Hey, I’m gonna be late.’ I told the Manager. ‘I erm… got stuck in my jeans and it took me 20 minutes to get out of it.’
‘What in the… how?!’ Came her reply.
‘Well… I took out an old pair of jeans and tugged them up. They’re old… I wore them 13 years ago, and I didn’t know the zipper was gonna get busted! So after ten minutes of trying to fix it while I still had them on, it took us another ten minutes to erm… cut myself out of them.’
Not only did I want to die of embarrassment, I was mortified that I couldn’t slip into that lovely old pair anymore.
Sheesh. Who else gets stuck like that at eight in the morning?
‘It’s a deal then,’ I smiled at Jap Girl.
‘You’re on…’ she chuckled before leaving the office.
Yesterday, we’d planned on being ditsy the whole day, all through our meetings. It was the only way we could think of, to cope with the avalanche of work that’s been pouring down on us since the new year began.
Sadly, we forgot all about our deal. The busyness was more than we could keep up with and at the day’s end, we turned to each other.
‘Did you remember our pact?’ I asked.
‘Yes… I did. But everyone looked so serious, it just seemed… inappropriate.’ She replied.
And so, the new year has begun. With busted jeans and busted promises.
I just got to remember that this is MY year that’s dripping with abundance.
(or dripping with buttons, as I mis-heard Jap Girl say, during lunch).