𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬


About two months back when the rains had just started off their visit to Dubai, I was overjoyed to finally need to bring out my 'Minions' umbrella from storage (and by storage, I mean my suitcase, not a super cool attic with secrets).

I carried it around every day no matter where I went.


One beautiful morning when I had clearly offended Murphy by having too good of a time during the previous day, Murphy decided to confiscate my Wi-fi privileges when I needed to work remotely.

So I was off to the nearest coffee shop, begrudgingly taking a shower and trying to look human.

To save you from my dramatic rant, I'll list out the things that happened-


1. No Wi-fi in the coffee shop nearest to me

2. The one I finally settled in was 20 minutes from home

3. This coffee shop didn't have a working plug point so I had to leave. The shop also didn't have a card machine

4. The nearest ATM was another 15-minute walk (couldn't take a cab)

5. It started pouring in the middle of my walk to the ATM (where was the umbrella you ask? dry and safe in my drawer)

6. So I get back all drenched like a rat with cash in my pocket

7. I was late for a meeting I was supposed to attend

8. By the time I got back, the Wi-fi was back and the meeting was postponed by two hours


Why did I just tell you this?

-In the hopes that you're having a better day. I'm the person that makes you feel better about your day by simply having a worse one.

-Also to make sure you enjoy the crazy days as much as you enjoy the good ones

- And to ask you to go out in the rain without an umbrella (when you're not wearing a suit or have an important meeting..but that's what makes it more fun)

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