OMG! Oh My Gosh! SMH! Shaking My Head! WTF! What the Fudge!

There are experiences in life you hear about that make you understand why expressions like OMG! SMH! WTF! came into existence. I have had so many as I’m sure you have too but let me tell you this story of a very foolish girl because it literally really is the ultimate OMG! experience.

She’s basking in the beauty of a place ahe only imagined in her dreams Milan. She had landed just the night before and booked herself into an Air Bnb, one she had booked in a rush because her colleague whom she was meant to travel with had fallen off the grid at the last moment and she couldn’t get in touch with her so many things hadnt turned out as expected on this trip but at this moment, she had a delicious salad she had bought before leaving the airport at 11pm, her host seemed like a nice girl, so she was happy to be in a stable environment. Now because it was busy this time of year her air Bnb was available for one night only, checkout by noon the next day.

It was so hard to to get a cab in Milan so after several failed attempts imagine her Omg! excitement when she disovered in her phone hisory the number of the cab guy that had dropped her off the night before. He had helped call the host to the open the front door. She proceeds to call him immediately and he comes to pick her to take her to her next location. In all this He only speaks Italian so just imagine all the WTF are you saying moments of our conversations. luckily she had downloaded a translation app that came in handy so after a lot of manuvering back and forth via texts on the translation app she finally got the right location to her next home for the rest of my stay in Milan. Her colleague had finally arrived so she was meant to meet with her right after settling in. She was busy trying to write a translation for her taxi guy that wanted him to wait for her when she just saw him carry the bag to the direction of the apartment. She disnt notice this red flag, at some point in his text translation to her he had ended it with Cherie! But she imagined he was being friendly. She walks behind him reading directions of how to let into the apartment, happy that there was another guest staying at the place so she didnt need to feel nervous about just walking into a strangers home. They get in and she puts her bags in her room and asks him to wait for 5 minutes before heading out again. He asks to use the bathroom and she allows it, as she totally pours herself a glass of champagne coz OMG! its Milan! It hasn’t really sunk in yet. As she takes her last sip, it dawns on her that the cab guy hasn’t come out the bathroom yet, She goes to check and the door is open but the bathroom is empty! back to dinning area, maybe she missed him. But his no where to be seen. She goes to her room to get her phone to call him. WTF! was what went through her head when she saw him spread out on the bed.

She was in so much shock, as she stood there staring at him feet glued on the floor. He didn’t move one bit, he lay there like it was the most natural thing and for a split second paranoia took over and she wondered if he might have instead taken her to his house or she was indeed in the right place? She reaches for her phone and murmers something about calling her friend. He says after her, “5 minutes I rest” but she was already out of there. Meanwhile this entire time her roommate is also in the apartment but she’s in her room where she disappeared to after exchanging pleasantries on my arrival. So as much as shes freaked out she was happy not to have been alone in case things went left. After the longest two minutes he came out and was abruptly ready to go. She wasn’t ready but quickly grabbed what she needed and left. The rest of the journey was quiet she wasn’t really sure what had just happened so in that time she managed to take a side view picture and video of him and the second she got to her location she paid and he left. But the last thing on her mind as he drives away while she takes a picture of his plate number is, He has my number and he knows where I’m sleeping tonight.

To Be Continued…

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