How To Say Sorry…..

September 24, 2005

Thursday the guy was bidding off on 54 Metric Tons of D3 teabag filler - the bureaucratical don’t-give-a-monkeys-if-I-sell-it-or-not government broker eventually came down to 2cts per kilo off my buyers price - ”no good, I’m finished” said my buyer.

Friday I informed the broker we were not increasing - talked the talk - explained the scenario - gave it an hour to simmer - broker came back - they relented - they accepted - Fanfuckingtastic.

So I emailed my buyer the confirmation - here’s your tea sir - at your price - waited for the congratulations and made up the contracts.

“But I said I was finished?”

Fuck it!

Had to call the broker back and say that we were withdrawing - made up a tale - lots of phone calls and nervous waiting as the whole department was playing football in the late afternoon - instead of selling tea.

In the end I got it fixed - they didn’t hold me to the deal - I made my apologies and went back and told my buyer I understood even though I didn’t - what difference can 12 hours when you are buying for stock? - apparently in the end it was the principle of saying ”Finished” - finished is finished.

So I was feeling burned and fiery at the days end - got back around 9pm and drank a bottle of wine and finished the JD off - passed out in the lazy boy chair in front of the TV watching Goodfellas - imagining sending Joe Pesci’s Tommy round to my buyers house....

“Finished is Finished?? Mother-Fucker!! I’ll tell you when it’s Fucking Finished! come here you prick...”

....before strangling him to within an inch of his life using the telephone cord while beating him over the head with the phone.

Then “Boom Goes The Dynamite”, I’m awake with my mobile ringing at 1.30 in the am - Yuni - damn it - we were supposed to go out when she finished up at the bar:

“Where are you smiley? you were picking me up 30 mins ago”

“Fuck! oh shit, baby, sorry I fell asleep - what time - oh fuck - sorry - look...”

“I’m waiting here after a long nights work....”

“Baby look, I got drunk and fell asleep”

“Good excuse!”

vClick! Brrrrr.....

So I’ll take her out today and say sorry

I’ll take her for a steak and go see Land of the Dead

Coz fine women love steak and zombie films....

right?

right?