Was sharing with a friend my very eventful day and thought I might as well share it with you too.
If that cake looks like it's in the process of being butchered, that's because it probably is.
Here's how my day went.
Woke up early for meeting at Kenya Re Towers, Upperhill.
Got there at 9am but meeting was to start at 10am.
Too keen?
Perhaps.
But traffic has been a bitch lately. Had to avoid it.
Parked car outside Kenya Re Towers' gate cos watchman directed me there.
Note: Watchman . Directed . Me . There .
Meeting ends at 11:30 and I come down to find my car has been clamped.
Clamped.
CLAMPED.
I panic.
Is this what breaking the law feels like?
I'm very confused because I was waiting in my car for HALF AN HOUR before
the meeting and not once did a man/woman in a yellow jacket pass me.
(turns out these days these city council peeps wear white jackets sometimes)
But really, where was the guy from 9-10?
I call my mother and I'm about to start crying in frustration cos I can't find the stupid city council guy who did this to me.
Ass.
Mother thinks he's probably hiding in the bush so he can get a bribe.
????????
Mother has the weirdest explanations sometimes although in all honesty I believe this was her attempt at cracking a joke.
Not most ideal time.
I find a cab.
I get into the cab with my colleague, Latifa, who'd attended the meeting with me.
Since I can't find the city council guy, it's off to city hall to pay for the fine.
Latifa is pretty and smart and
very calming which is a good thing
because she's helped ease my nerves and now I've decided to look at this
like an adventure.
Besides, frustration and tears are for the lame, right?
Right.
We're on our way to city hall when we finally spot the city council guy.
{what are the chances? Perhaps mother was right about the bush?}
I panic {again} and ask the cab driver to talk to him.
I'm not familiar with handling such situations so I know I'd have probably just said something stupid.
The council guy finally lets us go with a warning and a Shs1,000 fine.
At this point most of the day has gone and there's no point in going back to the office.
I'm tired and all the nerves have worn me out.
So instead I go out with Latifa and stuff ourselves with food.
Lots of it.
And a Java milkshake and Dorman's red velvet cake for desert.
Moral of the story?
There's very little that a Java milkshake and a Dorman's red velvet cake can't cure.