After my coach journey back I went home, had a shower then went to work.
It’s fair to say I spent the day everso slightly tired. I was fantasising about having a curry when I got home, a proper takeaway curry with a can of beer, then to bed.
By the time I was home it was hard to stay awake, but I’d vowed to myself that I’d have a curry, and a curry I was going to have.
Now, in my local curry house I tend to have one of three dishes, one of these I like very very much, the other two I like quite a lot. Only I never actually remember which one is my favourite, so every trip is a slight adventure.
Today, my tiredness made me choose a different meal entirely. yes, I was feeling crazy.
Some twenty minutes later I found myself in the curry house taking my familiar white carrier bag from the familiar manager, the tip incident all forgotten about, I hope. Just as I was to leave he offered me an envelope and said “this is for you”.
I thanked him and left the shop, half excited about the envelope but also slightly scared as to what it might contain.
I pretended not to care and nonchalantly walked down the street, as soon as I turned the corner I eagerly ripped open the envelope. This was inside…
An invite, for me? Me?
After a year of visiting this curry house and no others in Islington have I finally been accepted? An personal invite? For me? Look at that smiley face. Maybe its an invite to sit with the family that run the place, maybe they want to adopt me.
I’m really not kidding, I was so exicited, acceptance in any circle is all I ever strive for, and now, they want me to attend their anniversary. This is important. I’ve never been invited to a couple anniversary meal, I presume this has the same significance.
It was only in the harsh electric light of my flat that I saw that there was a price on it, and no name, I’m sure they didn’t know my name, but a least a description, that smiley face looks nothing like me.
It’s just a flyer.
I feel cheated.
The curry was aces though, even if I did eat it with the bitter taste of failure in my mouth.