June 29th, 1990
Went shopping with mum with the idea of buying stuff for my new house but instead I found lots of clothes that I just had to have! Can’t believe how expensive house stuff is. I might be better off buying in America, where even Crate & Barrel prices are less than what we saw today.
When we came home, dad said crewing were looking for me so I rang them back. Unfortunately, I got some bloke who had the personality of a snail (apologies to the snail lovers!)
“So, I’m off the Harare trip?”
“Isn’t that what I just said.”
“There’s been a change to the schedule.”
“That’s not your concern,” he stated.
“Actually, it is. Will this affect my upcoming trip to Los Angeles?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you know?”
“I don’t know, miss, because I’m putting you on standby.”
“No, oh no, can’t you just put me on something else that won’t disrupt the LA trip?”
“No, I cannot.”
“Please,” I whined.
Please, please, please, sad little snail, have a heart, even a tiny one!
I guess that’s what I get for opening my big mouth.