To get a better understanding of the entire story, we'd have to roll back a week ago. Our blogging hero Pui had yet to blog for 2 weeks, and things weren't looking good for his site at all. He needed to fix that, and fix it quick, but hey, his last undergraduate year of college had began, so he has all the right to push back the update no? And so, within his contact hours, he found the time to go shopping in Melbourne's "Fashion Capital"...Chadstone.
Like always, I would attempt to enter any single shop that sells expensive and stylish male clothing, following close behind, my girlfriend with her imaginary leash of constraint. After a long fight, she had successfully prevented me from purchasing 1 blazer, 1 leather jacket, 2 wallets, 1 suit, 1 belt, 2 shirts, 3 ties, 2 pairs of shoes and trendy shades. Unwilling to admit defeat, I forcefully dragged her into the final store.
There it was. The game changer, the heavenly jacket that glowed. There was no more arguments. I got the jacket.
I was a bloody glowing hero.
Fast forward the story back to this week. I was wearing the coat like a boss, chilling down the streets.
It suddenly dawned on me, that I most probably didn't know how to walk; this thought truly saddened me. My foot swelled up to 1.3 times the size of my other foot within the matter of minutes, but that didn't concern me, after all, when a full grown adult fails to walk, it is a day where suicide is highly considered for the benefits of the human race.
It was only a short while after my suicidal thoughts subsided due to the growing immense pain from my leg, so like anyone else, I got into my car and drove to the nearest medical clinic from home (approximately 45 minute drive) as opposed to going directly to the hospital 5 minute walk away.
After being redirected to a hospital and waiting for 3 hours with Tony's company, I ended up on wheel chair.
Alan: Hey Tony, I have a wheel chair. Jealous?
Tony: Yes, a bit.
Alan: I also finally have something to blog about!
Tony: Really? That's the first thing you think about?
Moral of this pointless post?
- Jackets are nice.
- I'm glad I didn't damage my jacket.
- In all seriousness, it was a pretty nifty jacket.
|See? It's a nifty jacket.|