Sunday, February 14, 2010

Tiresome Valentine's Day

My girl and I went out today. It was Valentines Day, so we thought we'd act unoriginal and go on a date during the day. All was fine till we arrived at the cinema hall queue, where we realized that half of the island was on a date too. So we decided to ditch the movie and go for lunch. We had some dim sum and the food court was noise polluted 2 by local radio personalities who were imitating old people. You see, that's one thing I could never understand about the radio. Some years back, at one point, some asshole with hemorrhoid stage 3 decided that it would be cool to imitate an old granny. Well, actually it was cool at that time. But after 5 years hearing the same shit every morning, you'll eventually get tired. You wouldn't listen to an old granny doing the morning show everyday, would you? That's exactly my point!

Tired of all the noise and crowd, we took the car and went to the center of Port Louis. She proposed the municipal library; closed. I proposed a tour of Port Louis; awesome. We went to Champs de Mars, and then ended up at Vallee Pitot. Neither her nor I ever went there before. The roads there are separated by dividing strip with nice green grass. And then we made a u-turn and headed back to Champs de Mars, where we saw some pretty nice colonial houses and an amazing pagoda.

It was time then to hit the road and head back home. But before, we needed to buy an ink cartridge... And some other stuff that we did not plan to buy. So we dropped by Jumbo, and came out with a refill kit for the ink (cause they did not have the ink cartridge), a pineapple (cause she wanted to impress me with her pineapple choosing skills), some dry lemon (cause they smell good) and a glass (cause she loves to buy random stuff).

Since we got a refill kit for the ink, I had to do the dirty work. And I managed to do it wrong. I'm sure it was her glaring eyes, commanding me to make a mistake so she can show her superiority. And that's exactly what happened. And that sucks. So she decided she knew best and, I hate to admit, she knew. She took a hammer and a nail, and fixed the mother fucker. Then I refilled the ink with what looked like a syringe full of ink, placed the cartridge back in its place and tada... Chinese engineering. Shit don't work!

So now she was all sad and looked all disappointed. All I wanted to do at this moment was to hug her. All she wanted was for the damn printer to work. So I took my hug back and told her that it was hopeless. She did not agree, and told me I should not discourage her. So, I said yeah it will work. And she got her smile back. But then some hours later, the printer was still not working right. Baby you gotta listen to me... I love you. Happy Valentine's Day.