Early this morning, one of my sisters dropped bags of goodies with my sisters’ names and mine written to specify who was to get which. I also had a bonus plastic bag containing 3 coloring books from my cousin in the US who had sent it to my sister.
Lovely start to a day, right?
And then husband’s Nelson KRX ordered was delivered.
And then I realized that I no longer have to send HHB to Gerry’s Grill in UP Town Center whenever I am craving for GG’s fare. Why? IN their website, it states that all orders exceeding P500 are delivered free. Why didn’t I see that before? Arrgh.
But still, better late than never…
Then the confusion began.
The doorbell rang. Gerry’s Grill, I was sure. In came HHB with the orders. But she was flustered and yakking. She said there was someone in the gate picking up something from me. I told her to ask that someone who she is. She said that someone refused to answer her. Ha??? I knew the only one who had something to get from me was one sister – because of the pasalubong another one had dropped over, remember? I told HHB that.
She went out to the gate and said only the driver was going down the car to ask for whatever. She was flustered. I was anxious.
She went out again and came back to say it was my niece (she now has a driver?) whom she saw through the window. So I told her to give the pasalubong of another sister to my niece. End of story, I thought.
Then she came in again, saying my niece wanted to come in. No one gets to come inside my room without sufficient notice as I have to be decent, right? So that I won’t look like I’m so unkempt and mildly deranged, right?
Finally my should have been niece identified herself to the maid as N*****, the daughter of our good friend. She wanted to come in to hand something to me. I wasn’t ready. I told husband to get it from her. But before he could do that, N handed the envelope to HHA near the door of our room. She had wanted to give it personally to us as it had money for her enrolment to a summer program. Our friend had asked if we could do it as they would be out of town during the enrolment period.
Shortly after N left without seeing husband or me, I got a text from friend who said his daughter was at the gate and the maid had refused to let her in.
So many issues here:
His daughter’s version /HHA’s version/the truth. Figure out which is which. I am just so confused.
a. HHB said the driver refused to give the lady’s name – lady meaning the person who was to pick up something, or so HHA said
b. Driver later gave the lady’s name and said it was A*** – which is the same as my niece’s name, ergo HHB said, sight unseen, it was my niece. HHB said too that if only A had gone down, she’d have recognized her right away
c. HHB said N eventually gave her name when she was in the driveway. I scratch my head as I type this.
a. Why did the driver say the name of his ward was A? HHA conjectured “guino-good time ni N ang driver”
b. Why did HHB let N come in before even finding out who she really was? I’m sure by then she knew it wasn’t my niece A who wanted to come in.
c. Never mind, my brain is running out of fuel. But you get the drift.
What if N had turned out to be a bad element?
How much of the story was ad libbed by HHB?
I need Sherlock though I prefer Watson. Agatha Christie, Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys = anyone available.
I rest my case.
Wait, I’ll scratch my head again.