The other day I made an evening trip to The Garuda Mall with a close group of friends. Standing outside Shopper’s Stop I noticed something in my friend’s hand. A summary of our conversation:
|Me:||“Hey! What’s that rusted thing you are holding in your hand?”|
|She:||“@&%^!!!*~” and immediately followed by other censored out expletives|
|She:||“In case you did not know, it’s a wind chime and I paid a fortune for it.”|
|Me:||“It’s really beautiful.”|
That’s about as much artistic sense as I have.