Overheard at the atm

While waiting for my turn. Young-ish couple – 27 – 35 years between the two of them. Both dressed as the next gen upwardly mobile crowd is expected to dress in this country, carrying the requisite gadgets.

Woman: I need more money for the preparations. We still haven't figured out the desert. With so many people coming, it will be a little difficult
Man (shrugs): we can do anything

Woman: maybe I will pick up ice cream on the way back
Man: I don't like ice cream... how can you even think of getting ice cream?

Woman: but they may like ice creams...
Man (cuts her short): how can you even think of getting ice cream into the house when I don't like ice cream?

Woman: its not for myself… they are your friends
Man: No.. no ice creams

Woman: ok.. we can think of something else
Man: yeah get something else

(brief pause)

Woman: there is so much to do tomorrow morning... I will get the cutting and the chopping done tonight
Man: what? The food will taste bad

Woman: No, I can cook tomorrow, just do the preparation tonight and keep everything in the refrigerator
Man: But they will not come before 11.30-12... you can do everything tomorrow... even if you start by 7 in the morning, you will be done

Woman: ok. I will do it that way

Stiletto: Fate.
(that's why I don't want to risk it at all)

I point you to Smug housewife (non, ce blog n'est pas écrit par moi)

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I don't like getting slotted. Just a while ago at my office I decided enough work, I shall play some dhinchak music and played this. Someone turned around and said, cant believe its you playing this – I thought you played classics or soulful music. What rubbish woman – I thrive on Bollywood.