A Waste of Time By Amber Bristow

Still I am in my pajamas, I ran down the foggy street, left and right seeking the bins that I saw last week. I found them. Thank god!

I was about to propose to my girlfriend last week. But guess what? We had a fight, not just any fight, a huge fight yelling, creaming and all that you could think of. I got so angry that I threw the ring in the bin. But now it’s the right time!

So here I am scavenging for the ring. I ripped the lid off of the bin. Soon after I dived in, I threw things over my shoulder at a horrendous speed over and over again. I knew this was disgusting except I had to do it for my sake of getting married. Ewe! How grouse. I had banana peels on my head. Yuck! I smelt like one too. Debbie wouldn’t want to hug me with this smell. I was at the end of the first bin. There was nothing there. Dam it! How long is this going to take? I hate my life.

To make it easier I tipped the second bin over. I pushed all the rubbish away and kept looking for my precious. After a period of time I felt something slimy. It was rotten yogurt how grouse I can’t believe it. Nothing could possibly get worse. I found a tissue to wipe my hand on. It looked cleaned on it. Oh yuck! There is snot on it. How disgusting. That and yogurt in one day how could things possibly get worse. Then I kept looking. Finally I found what I had been looking for. There it was sparkling on the floor. Few I thought that I’d never find it.

All of a sudden I heard sirens go off. The police were heading straight towards. Oh no! They told me that I would have to go to the station. I stepped into the car fearfully. Things got worse. I had to stay in jail for three hours. I knew that I had to get how to my love Debbie except I was stuck in this dump. The only way to solve this problem was to wait and wait………………………… Yippee! I’m out of here. I still had my ring, so it was all good.

I raced home. I quickly had a shower and put some nice clothes on and got the banana peels out of my teeth plus I combed my hair. I ran to her room, she wasn’t there. I walked into the kitchen. There was a not which said:

To my sweet pea,
Sorry I’m not there a problem came up at work. I’ll be home 12:00pm.
See you when I get home. Xoxoxoxox mwa
Love Debbie.

At least she loves me. But still I have to wait for about 6-8 hours. How boring. I know what I could do. I could make a special dinner. I quickly drove to the shopping center and bought a roast chicken, peas, roses and potatoes. Finally I’m all sorted. Back home I put the oven on to cook the chicken and put the stove on to boil the water for the potatoes and the peas to go in. after that I set the table and put the roses in a vars. It was 8:30. It was just enough time to have a beer and watch some TV. I feel in to a deep sleep. I woke up in despite. I heard the smoke alarm go off. I forgot about the chicken. I sped to the oven and took the chicken out. It was burned, pitched black. I threw it in the bin and drove to the shops. I can’t believe it, the shops were shut. I drove fast to KFC and bought a roast chicken there. It was $23.00 and the one from the shop was $10.00. I paid the money and went back home.

After that the phone rang. It was Debbie. She was only 5minutes away. I had to get a move on. I put the chicken on the table with the sorter burned peas and potatoes. I brought out the wine and poured it into the wineglasses. Debbie was home. She wanted to take her time. I greeted her and gave her a seat. She thought it was very nice of me. We ate the non-burned chicken and had a romantic time. Here I was on my knee. I popped the question out. Will you marry me Debbie? She said no., she will never be ready. How could she do this to me? I was upset and angry and went to the bins and threw the ring out. I just hope that the moment comes again, because it was such a waste of time.