Monday is always a hard day, isn't it?
Here’s just a funny story about me...
Some days ago I decided to spend a splendid evening in a pretty cosy café. I had a hard day filled with troubles and failures at work. It was just necessary to relax and devote some hours to myself. Walking down the unknown street I saw a nice café and decided to come in. I ordered yummy tacos and huge chocolate cake! That was a real pleasure both for my stomach and for my soul! The last drop of vanilla cocktail and … I realised that my wallet was left in my new bag. (As the matter of fact I decided to take my old bag that Monday…) Gosh! Shame slowly tingled my cheeks, so that every inch of my face was painted with red color… =) Thanks God I had my credit card in the right pocket of my jeans… Here’s the output of that strange Monday evening: cash is not always the best way to pay for tacos!!! *Nevertheless I have two wallets now, one is in my new bag, and another is in the old one =)))
Some days ago I decided to spend a splendid evening in a pretty cosy café. I had a hard day filled with troubles and failures at work. It was just necessary to relax and devote some hours to myself. Walking down the unknown street I saw a nice café and decided to come in. I ordered yummy tacos and huge chocolate cake! That was a real pleasure both for my stomach and for my soul! The last drop of vanilla cocktail and … I realised that my wallet was left in my new bag. (As the matter of fact I decided to take my old bag that Monday…) Gosh! Shame slowly tingled my cheeks, so that every inch of my face was painted with red color… =) Thanks God I had my credit card in the right pocket of my jeans… Here’s the output of that strange Monday evening: cash is not always the best way to pay for tacos!!! *Nevertheless I have two wallets now, one is in my new bag, and another is in the old one =)))