Thursday, February 17, 2005
the one with maximum security
she's never understood the necessity of locking room doors at home. come on, if the intruder's figured out bout breaking through the front door or climbing eleven fucking stories up the windows, would locking room doors thwart this superhero from picking 1-2-3 door knobs? where's the bloody rationale? can anyone imagine the daftness of unlocking one's doors to check mail or grab an old book? why does one call it home then? shouldn't it be sim hotel or sim backpackers place? the impracticality of such actions is driving her nuts. it's....fucking.... ludicrous....she woke up early this morning as she had to get her own transport to work. easy peasy.
she gets a knock on her door bidding bye to her folks who're leaving for breakfast and errands. again, she had a reminder to lock all doors properly. ok.
she realised she left her working bag in the study so she walks over to find the study locked again despite telling her folks upteen times not to fucking lock any doors when she is still inside the house. fine, whatever.
she gets a call on her mobile immediately after they left. irritation begins. she's ultra busy and is late in getting her ass outta the house. she'll call them back in the cab perhaps? mobile stops ringing.
she then gets a fucking call to her room phone immediately after. she storms to the phone and yells into the phone "what?"
"remember to lock all doors, btw, we left the the gate unlocked just to let you know."
"...."WTF
she's sorry that she yelled but she really doesn't see the need for endless reminders on the obvious.
bee wrote this at 9:03 AM
