You're an idiot!

I'm on a call at work, to the sales rep, Kent. "So you're sure you've got that bundle of a PS3 and Metal Gear Solid 4 in stock?" "There's one left, I'll put it on hold for you."

Hee hee, I can't wait to see Vay's expression when he sees this, I was fantasising to myself. Earlier that day I was entertaining thoughts about having them deliver the whole package over to his work place, and maybe even asking one of his colleagues to hide it in his desk drawer for him. Bet the bastard didn't see that coming. Kent even suggested that we leave it with them, and sure, they can hand deliver it to his office, if it's only in the next few streets. Really? Boy, talk about service.

Or so I thought. I had the grand master plan of making up some bullshit story to Vay about running an errand around the city for one of my directors. I even left work early to give myself enough time, even going so far as to take a taxi to the city. Vay was calling constantly, asking where I was. I felt like saying, I'm getting your birthday present ya bastard, and it's SUPPOSED to be a SURPRISE. At the last minute though, I decided to just pick it up and give it to him myself.

So there I was, at the service counter, waiting in line like a commoner, and just because I didn't have anything in my hands, some guy was served before me. Listen here you muthas, don't you know who I am? I've got a ps3 and a game on hold ya bastards. But no, I didn't want to cause a scene. No, I'll be a good samaritan.

And what happens? They didn't even have the bundle ready, despite the system indicating it was on hold. "Gee, it says that it's on hold..." "Yeah, that'll be for me, Einstein." So then I had to wait until they went looking for it, probably getting it off the shelves. 15 minutes and 3 more impatient calls from Vay later, they finally process the sale. "Is this for yourself?" "No, it's for my boyfriend," I say, smug as a bug.

"Hun, I'm done at this building, can you come over here? I've got this big package I've got to carry back to the office". "Oh what, but I'm already at the station? And I'm carrying a cake box, I can't carry that... they had this bake-off at work... blah blah..."

So I manage to lug it up the stairs, and cross the road, getting envious stares from hot guys (which almost made it worth the effort), probably wondering if I'm a game player, or thinking how lucky that boyfriend of hers is. So I'm standing there, waiting expectantly for a whoop of joy from Vay, who turned up just as I had put the thing down behind me.

And what did I get for my time and hard earned money? Not even a kiss or a hug of gratitude. All I got was a lousy, "You're an idiot", even though it was said in what was supposedly a jokingly way. He kept repeating it, and even though I sort of knew it was out of shock and disbelief, it still hurt, only because it reminded me of what my father used to say to me, in meaner tones. I mean, I was expecting him to be jumping for joy, and thrilled to bits. But no, according to him, we were in public, and he didn't want to draw attention to the fact we had something pretty god damn valuable.

So this is what buyer's remorse feels like. Well it's the last time I'm doing anything like that ya bastard. That's right, I can call him that, because it's cute when I do it.