Irritayting, once more.

I was in the bathroom. The house was empty. Mom had gone to the market. The maid had left a while ago.
And i, i was wet and soapy, and in the middle of my bath, when the phone rang.

Ring...
I thought about ignoring it. The person could call later.

Ring...
But what if it was one of my friends? I couldn't talk to them while i'm soaped up, but i could ask them to call later. Na, they'll call later themselves.

Ring....
What if its mom. She won't call unless its important. Maybe, i should get the phone. No, she'll call again later even if i don't.

Ring....
What if dad's calling? He's in mumbai. If he's calling, its bound to be important. But then again, he'll understand...

Ring...
SHIT.
What if its my grandpa? My smallest 4yr old cousin is sick in hospital. What if something has happened to him?!?!
That thought made me bolt. I grabbed a towel and jumped outta the bathroom.

COUSIN!!!! WAIT! I'm coming!!!


The phone had been ringing too long... What if grandpa cut the phone?

I ran and picked it up.
"hello?" i said fearfully.
Wait, what the hell am i saying? I should ask if he's ok. If he's alive. If he's serious. If he's out of hospital or not.

"hello madam?? Blahblahblahblah...."

huh? I drifted off as grandpa kept on blabbing, ignoring his words. Grandpa called me madam? Wait, that's not my grandpa!

"wait,what?"
"madam, do you want an insurance?"

Amazing. Fantastic. I ran from the bathroom for insurance.
Cool. What the *$@# ?!?!


"No thanks" now keep the bloody phone please.
"But ma'am.... Listen to the whole scheme..."

Thats it. That did it.

" You really enjoy calling people and torturing them, don't you? " i said in a sickly sweet voice.
"ma'am?"
"you're selling insurance, aren't you?"
"yes"
"GOOD! Get yourself one, cause the next time you call, i will personally hunt you down and kill you!" i snapped and slammed the phone.


Boy! That felt good! He deserved it after dragging me out of my bath. It made up for all the times these horrible insurance and credit care people called and tortured us.
Maybe it was mean, he was just doing his job, but it felt good. Damn good.
I hate these advertising people. They get your number from somewhere and make it a point to torture you by calling at the most inappropriate times.
Losers.