Much to my surprise, Mrs. XXX picked up the phone on the 27th and told me to collect my money that night. Again, she harped about the 1.5h versus 2h tuition session during the phone conversation. I decided that I had better bring a friend for moral support. Figured that since I was going at night when everyone in the family would probably be around, it was quite likely she (or someone from the family) might start quarelling with me.
Luckily, she was very prompt in handing me the money and my books.
Shiling commented that she had a mean face. Like those you will see in a "Bad Neighbour" programme on TV (like the Everitt Road saga).
What can I say?
I'm just happy to get my pay and my books.
min on Thursday, December 29, 2005
