While asleep one day someone must have carried out a lobotomy of sorts on me. It sometimes feels like the part of my brain responsible for feeling shame is missing. So there I was at the airport, trying to check my things in when the lady looked at my bag and asked what was in it. That was quite unusual so I ignored her at first, but when she pointed towards my bag and asked about something that was protruding I decided to answer her anyways. "Those are toys!", I said to her, casually. "What kind of toys?" she asked me suspiciously. "Sex toys!" I blurted and everyone around me began to mutter, like I could be bothered. The lady smiled mischievously and helped me get some warning tags with FRAGILE written on them, then gingerly plastered them on my bag and said I could be on my way.
Fear not, I'm not about to go on a self-pleasure rampage. Here's what happened; a couple of years back someone talked me into starting a sex toy business and sent me a whole bunch of stuff from the USA. I never managed to sell even one, I just didn't quite know where to begin and soon after I totally forgot about them. I mentioned it once to the sender to know how I could return them but I received an indifferent shrug, seems the sender had also abandoned that pursuit. So days back I mentioned it to a friend of mine who used to be in the business many years ago, and she said she'll buy them off me, at a low rate, but at least I can give the first sender the proceeds if he's still interested...
So current situation, I'm sitting at the departure lounge, hoping my flight won't be delayed and hoping for a very veeeeeeeery smooth flight!
And yes, thanks a lot Phransea for nominating me for the Nigerian Blog Awards. I wouldn't have known such a thing existed had you not mentioned me. Guys, if Thelma Thinks becomes one of the final nominees get ready to vote, vote and vote. I'll keep you posted.
Meanwhile I might as well say goodnight. Once I touch down it's goodbye to all mobile devices till tomorrow.
What's your current situation?