I was sick, totally enervated, and running temperature and what else, but a running nose. I had left office early, and i could not sleep a bit, or sit in front of the comp either. I hate it when i am sick, and of late, it has been happening quite often. There was nobody at home, and i was in my bed, my head resting on two pillows. Besides my was a glucose packet, a strip of crocin, half a strip of vicks action 500, a water bottle, my mobile, the HINDU newspaper, a JSP book (I am preparing for my second sun certification), another book "Developing web services", a Jeffery archer novel, a pen and my hand kerchief in hand.
It was almost half past ten and i did not have the energy to move out for dinner. Most people would not know, but i am a very heavy eater and i can never stand hunger. I just moved to the last page of the HINDU, when this pamplet fell on my thigh, from within the newspaper. It said "HUNGRY KYA??". I was. I took my mobile and rang the number.
Me : Pizza hut?
Other side (o) : Sorry sir, this is domino's
Me : Err, i meant that, can you take an order now?
O : Yes sir, ..
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O : Where are you?
Me: I am in indira nagar
O: Sorry sir, this is brigade road domino's.
Me: oh, Can you give me the number of Indira nagar domino's ?
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I was very annoyed, when i saw i had spoken for 2:01. Why is that it is happening to me always. Airtel just got richer by three rupees. And i was still hungry.
I rang up the number the pizza guy had given me. Nobody picked up. I was more worried. I got up to sit in front of my comp. JFGI - pizza hut bangalore. Got the number, dialed pizza hut, no response.
I was hungry, tired and i could not go without dinner, after i had taken two tablets. One last try, no response from pizza hut.
I moved up to my inbox to see three "You have won the lottery" emails. SPAM. Clicked the report spam button.
I was just navigating my archives, when i ended up with a old mail. I had booked a table for my birthday party at "BAMBOO SHOOTS", with a email. I thought it was a very nice feature. But that restaurant was no fucking good.
Read the continuation here - A SICK DAY - PART 2