My iPod is possessed. One day, I was shopping for cheap clothes in one of those stores that sell merchandises which have been rejected buy regular stores because they were damaged (pairs of sandals that are both lefts or t-shirts with only one sleeve). When I got back to my car bringing a mountain of clothes, I opened the back door and just dumped all the stuffs in there. I was trying to close the door when something seemed to be preventing the door from closing down. I thought it was the clothing, so I opened the door w i d e then SLAM! It still didn’t close. I checked it out. It was my iPod.
Since then, my iPod has been giving me premonition. Every morning, I play my iPod in shuffle mode. The first song that my iPod chooses will describe how my day’s gonna be. Yesterday, it played “Just” by Radiohead. Since it’s one of the classics in my list, I thought it was gonna be a great day.
After being broke for months, I finally got a paycheck for a commissioned work. The amount was quite nice. It would enough to pay a year rent of a new house and for pocket money while I’m in Korea (read about this here). It would even be enough for a new cellphone. So I called my little sister Tia to accompany me to spend.
When we got to the first mall, we were looking for iPhone. But it wasn’t out yet. So I bought some DVDs instead. I told her that our shopping plan wasn’t successful since we only got three cheesy horror flicks on DVD. So we decided to to go to another mall to buy a new Sony Ericsson. I got get me a new cellphone!
“You know, it feels lighter to walk when you’re loaded,” I said. Tia was just giving me that look. “Why aren’t you trying to stop me from getting a new cellphone? You know the one I’m using now is still new,” I said. She just rolled her eyes. She knew nothing can stop me if I want to spend.
The cellphone vendor was on the 4th floor. We took the elevator but we stopped on the 3rd when I saw some nice black polo shirts. I tried one and it fitted perfectly so I bought two. I used my BCA debit card and the cashier swiped it on the little debit machine. When the print-out came out, we saw that the cashier had mistakenly put too many zeroes. To cut the long story short, it only left an amount in my account only enough to buy rejected underwear. The cashier tried to cancelled the transaction but failed. I called the BCA service center, the operator told me that they would file a report and they would probably be able to out back my money into my account after 14 working days. That means three weeks from now. While my trip to Korea will be in ten days, my house rent is due in three days. Meanwhile, Tia was laughing her guts out.
“I can’t stop you, Brother. But the little machine can! Ha ha ha… Or is it God?” Tia said. I left the cashier and the manager fighting with the BCA operator. I said “I need a cigarette.”
Then the song echoed in my ears: “you do it to yourself…”
Today, I’m wearing the most expensive polo shirt in the world. Wanna see?
P.S. Thing morning, the first song my iPod played was “Detachable Penis” by Flaming Lips.