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People thought of him as a pain in the ass (if you will excuse my language). He fixed his meetings at 8.23 ams and 11.56 ams, expected his lunch at 1.48 pm every day, slept for exactly 8 hours and 3 minutes each night and had 2 and 2/3rds of a spoon of sugar in his cup of tea. If ever you made the mistake of asking him for his age, he would kill you with detail. How many years, days, hours, seconds, that kind of thing. He needed his change back, nothing rounded off. If you had to share a bill with him, he would divide the bill by the number of people around the table and pay exactly his share. Don’t get him wrong. He just loves to be precise.
I know he makes a great character on paper. But he was hell to live with. And I just couldn’t take it after 4 years, 18 days and 12 minutes. So I left him.


Just superb. Ammanikku oru Oh podu
Oracle said…

Let your tales become wittier, crispier, shorter coming year.

Even if it doesnt, atleast I wont have a bigger complex on my tale telling skills.
Maruthu said…
Hi Ammani,

i was checking to post the new year wish.

But surprisingly bonus 3 quick Tales.

Wow Excellent gift from ou for the New year.

coming to the matter

Wish you and your family a Very Happy and prosperous Happy New Year 2006.

Congrats for the century.

WA said…
I know of someone who is really into a lot of details, given a chance he wouldn't just divide the bill by the number of people around the table, but work out who had starters, who desserts and who had what to drink and do some detailed calculations and arrive at each person's share. Tedious to try figure out a way to get out of these evenings out.
post said…

i missed your stories!
Anonymous said…
Nice one!
Wish you and your family a wonderful 2006!
Best wishes,
Anonymous said…
Hahaha - loved that one. Happy new year to you and yours.

madhumitha said…
i read and burst into laughter between 10.15am to 10.17am

i wish you a very happynewyear 2006
at 10.19am
lenscrafter said…
Great stories, Abhi ! Creative sisters, u two ! Thanks for the recognition & best wishes for 2006 !
Aditya Bidikar said…
Hehe. Wonderfully witty story.
Gangadhar said…
Hiee Abhirami,
Wishing you a very happy and prosperous new year
With best wishes
S said…

keep 'em coming!
?! said…

Nice, having you back.

Best wishes etc.
Aravind said…
Wish you a happy and prosperous new year!!!
Bhavane said…
Wish you a very happy new year...I enjoy your tales a lot and I narrate some of them to my granny and she did like them.
ahiri said…
happy New year ammani !
Vikram H said…
it has taken me exactly 10 seconds to type this comment! ;)
Anonymous said…
sometimes i am scared i am getting there :) :(

thanks for the nootru onnu

and u r aayirathil onnu :-)

gawd did i really say that :-)
Anonymous said…
thats as crisp and crackling as you can get
Anonymous said…

Your ending line reminded me of Julia Roberts on the bus in the movie "Sleeping with the Enemy".

Wish you and your loved ones very happy year 2006!

- Moe
loverBoy said…
Ha! That was funny! :-)

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