a chivalrous tale

last night I stepped outside the nadstown square and went to see a Canadian rock band called 'death from above'. to my great surprise, i enjoyed it thoroughly, and from now on consider myself to be all about hard rock.

despite a stroke of unprecedented good luck in finding a parking space opposite the venue of said rock gig, i was the victim of a most unfortunate act of malevolence. the spirit of an evil bimbo took over my body, forcing me to lock my keys in the car. this evil bimbo spirit has been forcing me to do a lot of stupid things lately. hmmmm.

after a brutal excorcism, i regained control of my body, and called that great cavalry of heroes, the nrma. in my best damsel-in-distress voice, i appealed to the compassion of the faceless voice on the other end of the line. "oh woe, oh woe", i cried "i am but a young girl, stranded. all alone in a sinister alleyway, in a big, bad neighbourhood." it seemed unnecessary to bother the kind operator with trifling matters of truth. she simply did not need to know that i was actually standing on a very well lit street with my lovely friend ellouise (our male companions having abandoned us in the pursuit of hedonism).

incredibly, my knight in road-safety armour arrived within 10 minutes, to save me from my "traumatic ordeal" and get rid of the two shady characters who had approached with a facade of concern, but really just wanted to sell us drugs and prove their manly grand-theft-auto skills (failing dismally on both accounts).

thanks mr. nrma. i think i love you.