Being a gregarious person, I always boast of having loads of friends, so just thought of borrowing some money. After all what are friends for?
First target was my college friends. And I was stunned to see not even a single reply for my loan application. And for two of my most trusted friends, they were almost computer illiterates few months back. Bloody where did they learn sending mailer-demons?
Next target were my room mates. I belong to underprivileged strata of bachelor’s society who share their shelter with same sex. One of my room mates gives stringent competition to my bank accounts poverty. Other one asked me to hold on for a second, and that second lasted for hours. I targeted few others in vain.
Its 31st today, hopefully my account will drastically change its social status.
But sometimes its fun when you are finically squeezed. When you pass by a gas station on your vehicle, you look at the gas station with dreams and your gas tank with worrying fear. You pass by an ATM and your heart fills up with loads of nostalgia. You start respecting your credit card more than your employer. And suddenly the four letter word ‘wait’ starts sounding longer then ever. But it is fun.