Chronicle Of A Happily Divorced Woman - Part 9

 

I used to sell wine and bottled water to augment my job back then.
One Christmas season, a former colleague called me that he had some packs of red wine that were really nice. The price was fair so I went to check them out. From the sample I tasted, it had nice aroma and texture. And since I had customers I could sell to, I asked him to help me do the delivery.

He told me he couldn’t make deliveries that far to my place and if it was okay to send them to my office address. My ex was around during the delivery discussion and he offered to come by the office to help me take the wine home. That settled, I told my former colleague he could drop them at my work place.

Some weeks to Christmas, a customer I spoke to asked me to supply some. Her place was around our location and I assured her I will deliver that weekend. I then reminded my ex about the wine and we agreed on a day during the week.

 On said date, close of work, I called my ex. He said he was on the way coming. I then packed the wine and the security guy helped me to the gate. From there, I called and called my ex, no response. When I didn’t see him, I decided to call a cab.

The cabs I was trying to flag down refused to stop. I didn’t know VIO officials were down the road inspecting. Kai! I looked up and down.

 The whole thing just got me tired. Those bottles were not regular wine bottles, they were bigger and heavier. I carried them down to another junction to try my luck. There a cab stopped but I was dropped at another bus stop further down when the cab man received a call that some VIO were along my route. 

I managed to get home after more stops and carrying big bottles of wine. When my ex came home, the excuses he was giving didn’t hold water, I just told him it is well. At least I was safely home.

Fast forward to Christmas eve, I arrived home to meet a pack of wine incomplete. That pack, I intended to gift our families at New year celebrations. Mr. Ex said he gave our landlord a bottle for Christmas. Hmmmm. I wanted to ask him why he didn’t tell me or get one at the Supermarket for landlord but I just kept quiet.

On Christmas day, he took 2 bottles and kept them in the refrigerator. Said his friends were coming over bla bla bla. Na there I no gree. I remembered the trouble I went through bringing those wine home and the weak excuses he gave. It is my hands that are meant for carrying load abi?

I told him to return the bottles of wine. He knows the way to the Supermarket where they sell. If he likes he can get 100 bottles there to entertain his friends, that was not my problem. He thought it was a joke until I pulled them out and returned to the pack. Nonsense!