..says my practical ever-supporting step-dad this morning.
He's not talking about my iPod, he's talking about the bureaucratic fuck-up concerning my new car papers. And my expired license disc. And the fact that I took time off work to go to the registrars office, stand in a queue for an hour, only to be told that, in fact, I'm at the wrong place. I need to go into downtown Johannesburg.
Life is one big bureaucratic mess! Always!
But, I'm still kind of ok, less the fact I started crying in hope they would process my papers and hand me over the disc anyway (only to be ushered aside).
In a strange turn of events, yesterday I went on a township tour for a story I'm doing. During lunch, all the other people started discussing iPods. I sunk into my chair. Until one man said that there is an iPod Mini special happening at this shop.
Only R1 800! ($280). Steve paid $200 for mine if I remember correctly. So....guess what?? I am new a proud owner of an exactly-the-same-iPod as my one before! Yes! I did it! I bought a new one! God, I love credit cards!
I've named her: she shall be called Beryl. And I will be installing an alarm on her.
I think I'll go to the jolly roger to celebrate tonight. Less the iPod. Beryl's staying at home.