Paying Off Her Debt
Posted by Haron on 29 Dec 2007 at 08:29 am | Tagged as: Perverting Reality
We were chilling out by the pool in our hotel in KL, when Abel let out an enraged roar, and jumped like somebody had poured a bucket of water over him. Looking around, I realised that my impression hadn’t been far off: the gardener who was watering the bushes behind us had missed the plants with her hose, and showered Abel instead.
This would have been funny rather than annoying, if he wasn’t holding his iPod, which had come inches from being dowsed in water. I’m reliably informed that this is not good for an iPod.
While Abel glowered at the gardener and muttered unflattering comments in her direction, I imagined a different girl, in a different society to ours. She was not lucky enough to miss a piece of expensive gadgetry when her hose accidentally slipped in her hands. The hotel’s important guest’s laptop was irrevocably ruined.
There was no point in suing the girl for the damage: the laptop had cost far beyond the sum of the price of all of her possessions. It was clear to everybody that the only way she could compensate the businessman would be to enter into indenture servitude to him.
After a short negotiation in the hotel manager’s office, the girl signed on the dotted line, beneath the agreement that made her the man’s maid. He would feed and house her (the price of this would be added to the cost of her debt, of course), and in return she would serve his family until she had paid off with her work everything she owes him.
When she put down the pen, her new master gave her a cool look.
‘And now, young lady, we have something to discuss. Did I, or did I not hear you laugh after your sprayed me with that hose?..’
I shall leave the outcome of this scene to your rich imaginations…
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I have to wonder, Abel wasn’t happening to be listening to Mika (which I believe isn’t good for an I-Pod either), and the gardener, in her wisdom, was only trying to put him out of his listening terror?
Oh! I like Mika
But surely, seeing as how the whole Abel-getting-soaked thing got ruined because the ipod nearly got wet, you would have to throw water bombs at him so that he could fully appreciate the experience???
Gerrard - I’m beginning to suspect you don’t like Mika. Hmm, how strange… Maybe you should listen to him another few times, so that you get better acquainted with his music!
Smudge - What, and let the whole resort hear him squeal like a girl? I would never be able to live down the shame of being seen with him in public after that.
Didn’t Abel squeal like a girl recently, when he accidentally had a cold shower?
Do I detect a recurring water theme?
Hugs,
Hermione
Recurring theme indeed… But all that would be too hard on poor Abel. Think of what it would do to his nerves! I mean, they’re 40 years old, you know, they deserve a break.
Hmm. Well. This was going to be a late ‘Happy birthday!’ kind of message. My only excuse for missing Abel’s birthday is that I’ve been cut off from the internet for a while now, and I’m only just catching up with everything. So, Abel, if you happen to read this, happy birthday, and I’m not even jealous of the two of you anymore because I just found out I’m going to the Canary Islands at the end of January
Heh heh…
That’s what my boys say to one another, that they “squeeled like a girl”. It is the worst insult they can throw at one another, so I can certainly appreciate Haron’s sentiment here….and yet it is tempting isn’t it….perhaps a lttle flick of the wrist and into the pool he goes (w/o the IPod of course…never mess with a man’s IPod…even I know that…)
And how, pray, did the account which says that “Abel glowered at the gardener and muttered unflattering comments in her direction” get transformed into one in which “Abel squeals like a girl at regular intervals”…?
Glowers at the assembled masses…
Abel - By “glowers at the assembled masses…” can we, the assembled masses, take that to mean you’ve just aimed a good old girly squeal in our assembled direction?