Tell Me Stories

It was Tuesday night and we were having dinner before he went out when he related to me what his cabdriver from this morning told him.


The cab driver also has a daughter who married a foreigner, more specifically a Nigerian. They live in a rented room and the wife is pregnant. But the guy is not working. The guy is supposed to be trained in IT but claimed that he left his certs back home. And thus couldn't find / apply for job.


The taxi driver felt agitated and pitied her daughter who had to work to meet ends meet. He told Z, "At least you've got talent and can use it to earn something. But what does HE have?"


Poor girl. But she must be earning quite a decent amount to be able to rent a room! But with the baby coming, i ... *shake head*


In a way, i feel really blessed that im not so worse off.. that i still have parents who can help us... That.. although the relation is sometimes strained, we can still accomodate each other...


But the best thing from this scenario is that.. i LOVE listening to stories... I often asked him to tell me about his childhood and stuff. Sometimes he would indulge... but normally he gave just a very SHORT story.


So i was totally mesmerized when he told me this full length story. He didnt even rebuke when i asked him questions (about the story) and got him to tell more...


It's like he's sharing a story about his day at work.


I LOVE it!