Miss Wong

The only number I could pull out of my analog memory bank was her number.

I had locked myself out of the office, along with phone and car keys. Thus cutting me off from all forms of communication and travel. Digging in, I found four dollars worth of coins. Which was enough to find out that my address book on .mac wasn't properly updated. Key numbers were missing. So much for technology.

4 minutes later, I found myself slamming the dead dial tone off swan street. I was angry and hungry.

Flustered, I walked into a fish and chip shop to get myself some dim sims and change for a second phone call.

Ah, yes, iBook and spare car keys from home! I had Miss Wong drive home in her fiance's sportivo to pick up the said items. So I could access my ex-boss's number from the iBook cos she still had the office keys. So I could use spare keys to drive to the next suburb to have her rescue me.

That was 2 hours of pacing up an down the street, sore feet and all, in the cold, looking like a static stand up.

As I gave the situation some thought, one was apparent. That seriously, the only number lodged in my head had to be the number of the one friend and sister I have stuck through the years with.

Perhaps that's why I have been selected to form part of her bridal party - her bridesmate. Read the spelling, I ain't wearing no dress!

This day has drama enough for a long time.