A pantomime of a punt.
Wish i could double
NEG this pro$$ie and her booker as they both royally messed me about. (Still maybe you think i should of read the warning signs from the start?
She was first choice for my Xmas punt bcs of all the blurb on her profile. I know it is prolly b/shit. But surely anyone who's gonna write that amount of tosh - is gonna put some effort into a punt? (how wrong cd i have been?)
2 phone calls asking for a meet later that day were abruptly terminated when i got to the "FK with an OAP" part. So i switched my attention to this little beauty
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Out of the blue i get a text from Keli - apologising for bad phone reception and can we arrange everything by text. Hey presto - all my wishes are granted. 'Cinderella' will go to the (punt) ball, after all.
Including walking to/waiting at the bus stop. and the bus ride itself - its an hours journey. A single magpie lands on the bus shelter roof and i shoo it away. Two seats behind me on the bus a HDADD kid bawls most of the way.The omens are not good.
I arrive at the Dolphin Centre bus station with 35 mins to go (only a 10 min walk to the venue.) Then a receive a text from 'Keli' (its prolly her booker) - D hour for the punt is set back by 30 mins.
So after almost an hour in the cold and damp, my arthritic knees are swelling a lot faster than my dwindling libido. I pitch up at the venue 5 mins before the later time and text the wg. No reply. I text again. No reply.
So i make voice call and get a frustrating bout of "Oh yes you are! - Oh no, you're not!"
Bcs the wg answers my call with "You already inside" - to which i reply "I am outside on the pavement." We have the exactly the same exchange 3 fookin times. I end it by saying "This is stupid, i am OUTSIDE in the bloody cold." The wg puts the phone down.
Heading back to the bus station, the texts start again. They reveal that the texter is not actually the wg, but her booker. A regular turned up and the wg decided to see him instead of me. She couldn't turn a reg away now, could she? Can i come back in an hour? An hour in the cold! - my joints would have seized up so much. i'd be like one of the Snow Queens statues. So i send angry no in reply.
Of course you might observe that the wg obviously never wanted to see an OAP in the first place. But may i point out - that when booking i didn't know it was the wg who was putting the phone down on me and it was her pimp sending the come hither texts. I thought it was the same person - who had just changed their mind.
So its a boo, hiss, from me to this pair of pantomime villains.
