It makes sense. To repair my ulu laptop, we gotta go to an ulu place. So we reached, uhm,

(insert crickets chirping)

We got to an ulu “office” which claimed to be their “Service Center”, and were greeted by… an empty desk. After some coughing, a man surfaced from some ulu corner of the “office”. When we asked him how much the reinstalling the OS was, he took about 10 seconds (during which I was wondering if he was going to like, charge some extorbitant price) before mumbling “uhheerrrrmmm… (insert long pause) free. O-K-A-Y. Like that was a lot to think about.

People.

After walking a damn long stretch in my heels in scorching weather, this was a real relief. Food was a scarce commodity there I think.

All’s well that ends well.

A picture (duh) because someone says I keep taking things, and not people.