The other day, Joel asked me this:
Rach, if you pop to the shops, would you mind getting me some deodorant?
His question was met with an icy silence.
His eyes grew wide, his eyebrows started rising and I could hear him thinking, “What? What could I possibly be in trouble for now?”
The silence and the wide eyes remained. Until I spoke.
Joel, let’s get something very clear, I said.
I do not pop. I no longer pop anywhere. Popping is gone from my available travelling options.
And while we’re on this topic, I also do not duck out. Swing by. Call in. I do not pick up ANYTHING ANYMORE.
Strategize, yes. Manoeuvre, yes. Plod, yes. Perform very complex risk-assessments, yes.
But no popping. Not even a little bit.
So please don’t ask me again.
He literally reversed out of the room.
I went back to enjoying my cup of tea.