It’s Thursday morning
I leave the house at 7.45 am
I’m early I think
We report to work at 9 and the several days I’ve been late jokes are made about my imaginary girlfriend making me late
I always want to reply with “we are trying for a baby” and see the expression 😀
I’m lucky I find an almost full bus at the bus stop and board
Picky picky ponky
I choose to sit near the second lady with natural blow dried hair
No I’m busy talk to the hand!
I breath into my hand. I think my oral hygiene is okay.
Takes out my phone and tell Henry about it. Guy just laughs at me.
The struggle continues…