剪头发

School ended early today. Got back at 12.30pm, had lunch and sat patiently waiting for Elf to ring me and collect stuff. But he really knows how to put people off with his lack of the last segment of the finger.* As I expected he wouldn't be on time, and so I tried to call him, but it was engaged. Sent him a text: "Hey I haven't got all day. I won't be free fr now till 4pm. Look me up after that ok.. I'll most likely be in school by half four."

In the meantime I made my way to the crossroads of Clarendon Park Road and Queen Street to get a haircut. The sky had sort of cleared and I was hoping I wouldn't get caught in any rain. Then it started raining more heavily. And then I got hit by a hail of... hail. Bloody hell I tell you it was painful, and I had to shield my ear in case those projectiles went right in. Ouch. When I reached the barber's the hailstorm fittingly stopped. As usual. But when I left it was still raining quite heavily and I walked back dripping wet (waterproof jacket but so what?). Free hair wash.

Not unexpectedly, Elf didn't ring in the end. I assume he has found someone else to borrow the thing from. And he wouldn't even have the decency to inform. Maybe we shouldn't be so happy to lend things out to such people. They only think they can take advantage of your kindness and the way you go out of the way to accommodate them.

*mou sau mei