Right-hand-side colleague (she sits to the immediate right of me) invited me to her birthday party over the weekend. I put on three-quarter jeans, grey suede stilettos and a metallic leather jacket and drove the 50km to Pretoria.
Pass the prison, watch out for the speed cameras and swing a right into Roussouw. These were the directions I was given.
I had a great evening, met wonderful new people (even arranged to meet a few of the girls again) and had some good food at a little restaurant called Tutti's. I did notice a certain guy at the party but didn't speak to him there..as an aside, its very difficult to interact with someone who sits in the middle of a long table - corner seats are better for socialising.
I left around 11pm - the party continued - but I didn't want to make the long drive back too late. As I was driving out, guy-from-the-party-who-I-didn't-speak-to (to be known as GFTPWIDST from here on) ran in front of my car. Now let me remind you, I live in Gauteng, the crime capital of the world. If a guy runs in front of my car, the knee-jerk reaction would be to run him over..he's most likely a hi-jacker.
Luckily I recognised him as GFTPWIDST..we chatted a bit at the car. He asked if I would want to meet for drinks. I told him to get my contact details from right-hand-side-colleague. He said that he didn't really know her, and sort of crashed the party. Hmmm..does that sound dodgy to you?
Turns out GFTPWIDST works at the company I previously worked for, so I thought that gave him some credibility. I gave him my cell number, and drove off - past the prison, past the speed cameras and onto the N1.
Definitely should get points for attempted suicide by "road kill"
ReplyDeleteThat would make a new entry into Densa.
Looking forward to an update^^