I wasn't feeling alright at school today, and so I went to the nurse to get a permission to go back home. I wasn't really that type of sick, like flu or cough, but I couldn't focus on anything being said in class and so I thought it'd be better if I go home and take a nap.
The nurse doesn't buy my story at first, but my natural charm and my excellent lying skills took care of that. They needed permission from a parent before I'm allowed to leave , and so I had to wait until I get a reply in the clinic.
It sounded like it's gonna be a long wait, so as soon as I sat down, I said hii to the little kid beside me. That, my friends, was a big mistake and this is why.
M : Me K : Kid
M : Hii K : Hii M : What's your name ? K : Talal M : What grade are you in ? K : I'm in grade 1C, you ? M : Grade 12 ... K : Just 12 ? M : 12C ... sorry K : Ohh M : What's wrong with you ? K : I have a headache ..
[5 Minutes of silence]
K : I have an emerald ring [throws ring at my face] M : hmmm great ... K : You know I can't pick up heavy things ? M : You don't say ... K : Yeah really, my shoulders start hurting. For example I can only pick up the bicycle from the back M : Good for you [yawn] K : My dad can't pick up my bicycle, My mom can't pick up my bicycle, My housemaid can't pick up my bicycle, My brother can't pick up my bicycle. M : How'd you bring it home ? K : .... ['Ohh shit' look on his face]
[5 Minutes of Silence]
K : You know I once had another Emerald ring M : What happened to it ? K : It was too big from me, and it fell from my hand. K : I looked all over the house, my father looked all over the house, my mother looked all over the house, my brother looked all over the house ... (Grandma, uncles ... etc) M : So did you find it ? K : No, it fell from my hand in the exhibition, how would I find it at home ? Are you stupid ? M : Thanks to you, yes I'm starting to feel that a little. Did you look around the bicycle ? K : !! NO !! .. I'll look as soon as I reach home
This goes on for an extra 10 minutes where the guy tells me how a magician stole his cat, and it ended up dead, how his brother lives in Australia, and has nothing to do with his cat dying, but didn't look hard enough for the emerald ring.
I had enough, and asked to go back to class, out of mercy. Went in, and tried to be as idle as possible for the rest of the day. Moral of the story, don't talk to strangers, no matter how unstrange they seem.