Time: 2.30 est.
Location: IMM
The Scene: A partially full restaurant Baystreet 21. Mainly because its pretty late for lunch.
I like coffee. But of course, I'm using the term 'coffee' very loosely, because the way I make my coffee, you'd probably confuse it with a milkshake. Well, I love creamer too but that's a different story.
"After this, I guess Gareth will accompany me to giant and walk around while you go back home to study," my mum said to my brother, passing him the house keys. No buts from my brother- he's in the midst of the A levels.
I pretended not to hear and stirred my 'coffee'. Finally, I protested, "But.. I'm very busy!"
"Oh yeah? What with?" my mum queried.
I tried hard to think of an excuse. Sadly, since the beginning of the holidays, my timetable consists of nothing much other than eating, sleeping, bathing, and playing computer games. "I... I'm very busy... I need to sort out my underwear drawer!" My chest heaved. I caught a few heads turning in my direction.
My mum stared. "You don't have an underwear drawer," she accurately pointed out.
I let out a huge sigh. "And I should get one as an excuse from now on," I thought.
Which is how I found myself strolling through Giant with my mum that Saturday. A perfectly good saturday spent grocery shopping. Boo-hoo.
Well, but its pretty amazing how grocery shopping can be. I found it a refreshing change from my usual activities which are usually in front of the computer. It's also about that time of the year where I make silly resolutions to clear my desk - which largely involves staring at my desk, then going off to play because it's simply messy beyond hope.
So anyway, as we passed a rack of clothes, I pointed out that I wanted to get a pair of FBTs. Guy FBTs. Not those kinds that girls wear, not the super-short kind that you probably help save the earth by wearing since the minimal amount of cloth required probably means you helped save a few cotton plants, if that counts. Immediately my mum suggested that I wear the girl kind. And she helped picked out a light green pair.
"Forget I asked for anything," was the best I could manage.
Anyway, my sister insists that even the super short FBTs are actually meant for guys. "It has that netting inside," she reasons. "You mean female shorts have no netting?" I asked. She stared.
"No!" she shrieked. "Of course not."