She did a pirouette in front of the mirror with her skirt flowing gaily in a circle. She stopped suddenly feeling dizzy. Looking concerned she asked abruptly “Will people think Im a gypsy when I wear this skirt?” Her grandmother laughed, her eyes twinkling adoringly. “No - when you see a gypsy you will know it.” She was right.
Grandma shuffled a centimetre forward and picked up the next product squinting through her specticles observing it throughly. I bit my lip hiding my impatience and I looked at my watch. We had been walking through TESKO now for over an hour without any specific reason or purchase in mind. We still had 3/4 of the store remaining, Grandma would surely win gold at the sloth olympics.
To maintain my composure I went outside and sat down enjoying the sun on my skin, minutes past and I was absorbed by my own thoughts. An elderly lady staggered over and sat beside me, she wore a torn dirty skirt, a head scarf and various bangles - BAHA! Gypsy!
Suspiciously I held my bag closer and I watched her from the corner of my eyes wary of her trickery. She was actually quite cute and eventually I warmed to my new companion who had began digging through the garbage can beside her. Minutes past, and my companion had collected a few bits and pieces from the bin. Birds sung and people arrived and left the car park like ants, I had wondered if grandma had walked at least a metre.
Suddenly my companion's head shot out from the bin like an alerted rabbit, and scurried away with her few treasures. I was confused and a little disappointed that I was now alone, I kicked a stone in front of me and with my eyes I followed it's leaps and bounds. The stone came to a sudden halt and was turned to dust by the enormous boots which landed heavily on top of it. My eyes diverted to the owner of the boots and it was at this point that I realised several huge swarthy men were approaching me in heavy strides staring at me steadily! Eek! Every alarm bell in my body told me to run, but alas I was stuck against a brick wall, I was like a rabbit stuck in high beams awaiting it's fate. Perhaps if I created a diversion I could escape?
Soon all the men surrounded me, I took a sharp breath and my heart was beating like that of a hummingbird. One of the men stood forward and said something to me in Hungarian... I contemplated, they may speak English - but it would be highly unlikely they would speak French. "Je ne comprendes pas. Parlez-vous français?" (I don't understand. Do you speak French?) I muttered terrified. The mans eyes lit up with recognition and he rambled off a sentence in fluent French. I felt like falling to the ground in frustration. Every*Single*Time! The conversation continued, I glanced at possible ways to escape whilst nodding to his incomprehensible French "Qui. Qui..."
Out of nowhere a white car reversed to where we were standing and the boot popped open! I panicked! I was about to be kidnapped!! My grandmother would be none the wiser until she had finished shopping 4 hours later! With anxiety I quickly contemplated - what would stop me from being kidnapped!? Of course Hepatitis C! The solution to all my problems!
Hastily I tried to translate and figure out the pronunciation for "I have Hepatitis C" in French in my mind.
The man began walking towards the boot of his car...
Sweat poured down the sides of my forehead and I contemplated my life, the news stories being broadcast and if I would also be murdered.
It was now or never.. One sentence to stop me from being kidnapped!
I was about to yell "J'ai l'hépatite C!" when he faced me holding a blue adidas T'shirt in his two giant tanned hands.
Words fail me. I-am-an-idiot!
To maintain my composure I went outside and sat down enjoying the sun on my skin, minutes past and I was absorbed by my own thoughts. An elderly lady staggered over and sat beside me, she wore a torn dirty skirt, a head scarf and various bangles - BAHA! Gypsy!
Suspiciously I held my bag closer and I watched her from the corner of my eyes wary of her trickery. She was actually quite cute and eventually I warmed to my new companion who had began digging through the garbage can beside her. Minutes past, and my companion had collected a few bits and pieces from the bin. Birds sung and people arrived and left the car park like ants, I had wondered if grandma had walked at least a metre.
Suddenly my companion's head shot out from the bin like an alerted rabbit, and scurried away with her few treasures. I was confused and a little disappointed that I was now alone, I kicked a stone in front of me and with my eyes I followed it's leaps and bounds. The stone came to a sudden halt and was turned to dust by the enormous boots which landed heavily on top of it. My eyes diverted to the owner of the boots and it was at this point that I realised several huge swarthy men were approaching me in heavy strides staring at me steadily! Eek! Every alarm bell in my body told me to run, but alas I was stuck against a brick wall, I was like a rabbit stuck in high beams awaiting it's fate. Perhaps if I created a diversion I could escape?
Soon all the men surrounded me, I took a sharp breath and my heart was beating like that of a hummingbird. One of the men stood forward and said something to me in Hungarian... I contemplated, they may speak English - but it would be highly unlikely they would speak French. "Je ne comprendes pas. Parlez-vous français?" (I don't understand. Do you speak French?) I muttered terrified. The mans eyes lit up with recognition and he rambled off a sentence in fluent French. I felt like falling to the ground in frustration. Every*Single*Time! The conversation continued, I glanced at possible ways to escape whilst nodding to his incomprehensible French "Qui. Qui..."
Out of nowhere a white car reversed to where we were standing and the boot popped open! I panicked! I was about to be kidnapped!! My grandmother would be none the wiser until she had finished shopping 4 hours later! With anxiety I quickly contemplated - what would stop me from being kidnapped!? Of course Hepatitis C! The solution to all my problems!
Hastily I tried to translate and figure out the pronunciation for "I have Hepatitis C" in French in my mind.
The man began walking towards the boot of his car...
Sweat poured down the sides of my forehead and I contemplated my life, the news stories being broadcast and if I would also be murdered.
It was now or never.. One sentence to stop me from being kidnapped!
I was about to yell "J'ai l'hépatite C!" when he faced me holding a blue adidas T'shirt in his two giant tanned hands.
Words fail me. I-am-an-idiot!