One daze at a time...

By Raheny_Eye


On this, the longest day of the year, it felt, for poor old Carlos, like the longest road in the universe. And the steepest. 
He huffed and puffed his way to the top, muttering tons of unpleasant things meant for me. 
He couldn't believe that I had managed to find a parking space that was so far from our destination yet still in the same county.

One thing is for sure. He will never - ever - picked up the phone again when I call him on a sunny Sunday afternoon, when he could happily be ensconced in his sofa, with the curtains drawn, connected to his darling XBox with the headphones on.

He's learnt his lesson! 

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