A lot happened over the Cup…Truly!

Was what happened is actually worth sharing? Hmmm…wellll….the kind of person I am, always ready to criticize what I didn’t like, ready to call up the Customer Care to fight for the right(s), mail/snailmail to let the company/firm know where they went wrong, Yess, I must share what happened today evening…

Today I was to meet a blogger friend at Airoli. Place decided was CafeCoffeeDay, obviously. I waited over an hour and two cups of coffees. Met, talked, checked my phone, placed it on table to show my interest in discussion, discussed, shook hand, left the place! Something must happened over the table.

Few minutes later, I realized am missing something. Purse checked, bike-papers checked…it’s my phone! Ohhh, it my Lifeline! Apps, Contacts – well, not lost, but a tension that one never can invite, plus another faltuu ka kharcha… :’(

Rushed ride to CCD, the guy at counter tried to listen to me, and said, ‘Yes’ with a smile! Overwhelmed, I thanked (just thanked) and left the shop. Pity, I realized later, neither did I ask his name nor I did I thank properly! So, I decided to write this post for the very guy!
Thank you man, on next visit I’ll pakka thank you personally :D

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