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Wait me there

T he  Greek  Fates . Clotho -  the  Spinner, Lachesis -  Measurer; and Atropos -  Cutter of life's thread. I once told a man to “wait me there”, and the non-discerning soul did wait for me there for a while, at some location he determined for himself.  It was the days before the advent of the mobile phone, and he had to wait until he next time he laid eyes on me to detail his displeasure on my non-appearance.  He was not amused.  I on the other hand burst a stitch.  I still laugh about it to this day.  I still do not get people who do not get sarcasm. I meanwhile have learnt the art “wait me there”.  You do ill too me, hurt or harm me.  Unjustly.  If it is just I can live with it. If not, then the problem happens.  I hasten through the whole gamut of emotions.  Shock.  Disbelief.  Distress.  Contusioned ego.  Mashed up pride.   Primitive anger.  Anger.  Hot tear causing tremor inducing anger.  Instant sweat, that turns acrid the minute it surges out of my pores.  Arm