Chubaka Called Fifty Times - Sandy's Monday

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Sandy’s Never-Ending Monday Rants - Journal Entry 24

Fiction that's based on real life.  All names were changed, just in case.  

Chubaka Called Fifty Times

Chubaka, my friend, called me 50 times yesterday. I was away from my cellular phone for 5 minutes tops, and my other friend, Shelly, answered it.

Shelly is detail-oriented; she always goes to salons, trims her brows, and looks dashing. She is also taller than me, regardless if I wear shoes with hills. She is taller than her husband. Anyway, Shelly dropped by to pick me up for shopping.

When I returned to the room, Shelly was like, “Chubaka called you 50 times?” 

I was like, “50 times?”

Shelly added, “Yes, 50 times. Chubaka?”

I was like, “Oh… it’s Chubaka. I have to call her back.”

Shelly and I sat in Shelly's car, and I dialled Chubaka’s number.

I said, “Hey,”

Chubaka answered, “Hello, who was that? Why was I not informed that you have friends?”

I replied, “Yes, Shelly.  Do you remember her from grade 4? I told you about her a million times. We're going shopping. You refused to go shopping with me because I had a positive test for Myeloma, remember? It doesn't mean I have it.”

Chubaka replied, “Oh, I was just wanting to say hi.”

I said, "Okay, why did you call 50 times though?”

Chubaka, “Nothing, I just wanted to say hi.”

I said, “Okay, I am near the mall going out with Shelly, shopping.”

Shelly was showing me signs to finish my conversation and go.

Chubaka had nothing else to say, it looked like. “Okay, I will put the phone down, bye.”

Shelly and I bought a bunch of clothes. A tailor altered the clothes that did not fit well, and all was well. Shelly got herself a beautiful dress for her parents’ anniversary event. I got shoes and pants and shirts for myself. Not a fan of dresses. Whatever is suitable to wear for work, I buy.

We ate lunch at the mall’s cafeteria, and then Shelly dropped me off at home.

It was so much fun. :) It was a good weekend.

No dating for me after Lasagna; no, thank you. 

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