Sheesh
My grandmother went MIA. Geez that old lady.

At precisely 1612 (Or so-so lar...) She called and say I'm coming home now. Frankly, "I'm coming home now" doesn't seem like such a bad thing if it weren't for the fact that:
a) She has no house key so how the feck does she get into the house? That's right, I'm suppose to be the guard dog. (Arf, arf)
b) She doesn't have a handphone (God forbid she wouldn't even recognise one if she sees it) and therefore I have no way of knowing when she has reached the house
c) The freaking doorbell DOES NOT WORK (urgh, can't my father get off his lazy butt and fix it for once?)
d) Coming home aka coming from my uncle's house which is as near as from Taylor's to Sunway and she's a 90 ++ Is she planning to walk the whole way?(Helloooo, just because she used to be young doesn't mean she's young and agile now).
e) I NEED TO SHOWER to get ready to go out for a girls' night out with Eugenie but I don't dare to in case she reaches the house when I'm showering.

So there I was sitting like there's a crab in my pants because I kept jumping up and down to rush down and check if she reached the house every 10 minutes.

By 1630 or so I was starting to panic

By 1643 I had to report to my sergent aka my mom that my grandma had planned to walk home from god knows how far and had not shown up.

By 1720-ish it started raining, heavily. So by then I was like, 'Ah! What the heck! I don't give a damn!' and I finally went for my shower.

By 1802 I called my mom and she goes "Owh, I'm picking your grandmother..."

WTF?! Sheesh lar....
I'll never worry for your safety again. Too much stress and grey hairs and not worth my time...

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