Today, I, quite literally, made a cracking discovery. I came to office and thanks to a long time bad habit of not relieving myself when before I leave home, I went straight to the little boys’ room (the men’s washroom for the ones who have grown up 🙂 ).
I groomed myself to be presentable since I live like a pig at home, and was just turning to the pot when I heard a cracking sound. I looked around fearing that the old hovel of a place which we call an office was going to come down on top of my head.
But there was no sign of the roof falling in or the walls cracking up. Instead I saw that I was standing on a piece of tile that had cracked under my feet. I was confused. Why was it that it was only the only piece of tile broken?
A lot of pondering led me to arrive at the obvious (and one that I already knew but was ashamed to admit to) conclusion that it had simply broken because of my weight!!!
DAMN!! Do I need to lose weight or what?
I have decided that I am going a strict wada pav and chai diet (just kidding 🙂 ). On a more serious note, I have to lose weight and there is no question about it. But things like these are easier said than done when it concerns a lazy ass like me. Anyways, I have no other alternative. If I continue breaking tiles, I bloody well won’t have any more money to eat and put on more weight let alone pay for the broken tiles all over the office.
On second thoughts I am really very hungry. I think I will think about my necessary diet over a nice cheese burger!!
CHOW!! I mean CIAO!!
Twisted Tales 