|Chilling it out after the cinema fiasco… Dubai winter lifts your spirits
There is no new beginning, as I had mentioned in my previous post, yet there is that much to renew or start over again or anew. It’s just in your mind’s eye.
So to begin with, I skimmed through last year’s posts and discovered that a flimsy one on husband-wife relationship did the most numbers. [Click here to read] As much as I am thankful to the readers for visiting my page, I owe an apology to each one for dishing out such a half-baked stuff over the top of my keyboard for some sadistic pleasure.
Now, taking the pleasure forward sans the sad-ticks, here I am to say it the way I see it. No malice, no prejudice, intended. It’ll be only me ticking the wry thoughts off anyone and anything that eeks…
Well, one look around my workplace in the New Year and I see…
Pretenders still whiling their time ‘n’ workaholics still sweating their arse…
Drama queens continuing to squeal their presence ‘n’ self-proclaimed kings dicing cubes…
I continue to have loads of entertainers around!
That reminds me, I started the year at the cinema with my lovely girl, my loving man and my lol-of-a-friend.
We headed to one of the oldest cinema houses in Dubai, which is two-tiered, and located on the busiest streets of the city. A place I’ve frequented a dozen times over.
The show started at 7.30pm and we landed there sharp 7.40pm. We three pretty women hopped out at the entrance and dashed to the counter as the husband went parking.
With an ear on the dialogues booming inside, another replying to the incessant jabber of my girl, one eye at the closed door and another at the ticket issuer, I folded my thumb inside my palm and lifted four fingers of my right hand against the glass window, with the left placating my tummy that was rising and falling from the inadvertent exercise of rushing in.
Did he ask for cash? I can’t exactly remember, nevertheless I forwarded Dh100… not knowing any better.
The considerate security urged me to go in saying I’ve already missed more than 10 minutes of the movie. “What’s your husband’s name? Just leave one ticket with me, madam.” And he directed me into the dark hall.
Within minutes, my man arrived. I cozied up closer but found him unusually hot.
“Why the hell are you in here?” he hissed amid the blaring sound.
“You dropped me on the street for a stroll!” I teased
“Look at the crowd…and…the seats…this…our neck will pain…” he was visibly irritated attempting to position his long legs.
“What’s wrong with you. It’s you who wanted to watch this…”
“Yes. It’s me. But when have we sat down…”
Was it the sudden heat of realization, his anger or the pest, I started itching my elbow… “Yes, you can take home bugs as well for free from here…can’t use brains…”
I walked out and requested a transfer to the balcony. They would not comply.
I pulled out two notes and requested for new balcony seats and they said that the ticker was closed. It can’t be opened without permission and that their manager was not around. I stood three minutes tapping my scattered brains and checking my emotions before sneaking back… and I caught a restless husband.
“What took you so long. I was about to come out looking for you. Now relax. Enjoy the movie! ”
I did not.
Each time the unruly crowd booed and cheered louder, I sneaked a glance sideways. After a few times, he whispered, “Happens. Forget it.” Then he got closer, and taking my hands, said, “My fault. I should have reminded you…”
That moment I felt instantly better.
Taking responsibility is the key to a healthy relationship!!!
Sh…oo…sh! Dont analyse…it’s just a saying!
You may want to read an earlier incident: When he lifted me off my feet…Click here