This is now 2 posts in a row on awkward moments. Really, it’s been a life trend. Like that time my boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend moved in as my sub-letter, by chance. Can’t make that stuff up. A side effect of this predisposition for awkwardness is the frequency with which I sent text messages (or emails, with attachments) to the wrong recipient. I won’t sully this blog with all the times this has mortified me, but I got an amusing response last night when I accidentally sent the message “Cocktail waiting for you!” to the Chinese coordinator at the school I’ve worked at instead of my friend, who I actually had a cocktail waiting for. Response: “I am so sorry Clara, I just read your message now But I can’t understand the sentence “Cocktail waiting for you!” Do you mean you want me to join in the cocktail party or do you mean something else? I am sorry for my narrow knowledge… Are you available now? Can you explain it to me? Where are the cocktails?”
photo montage: What Surrounds my Bike At an Intersection
Puppy in a basket:
The cost effective way to move your shit:
McDonalds Delivary:
