PREFACE
Good day my dear hivers, this is a fictional story of a young lad who in a bid to obey his boss's instructions brought some problems for himself and his boss.
He doesn't know who to blame, himself or his boss.
This story was inspired by a true life experience I had some years back and I still laugh whenever I remember it. You will definitely love it, I promise you
"Do not give this to anyone except the bride" my boss said repeatedly and emphatically while he adjusted the collar of my white satin shirt and tucked them properly into my spakling black chinos trousers. He always inspected my dressing and always wore me one of his most expensive designer perfumes before he let me leave for any delivery. He said I was the company's face outside and I needed to leave our customers thinking of us as classy and top-notch. He would then repeat the first line but this time with a Stern look and a warning "Make sure you don't give this to anyone but the bride"
He never failed to emphasize this since I was tricked by some fraudsters some months back.
The fraudsters had stopped me just in front of the hotel where I was to deliver the parcel containing some fries and a champagne to madam Jade. They requested for the parcel, claiming to have been sent from madam Jade. They were both well dressed, good looking and smelled so nicely like clean fresh air.
I remember how they spoke very politely grinning at me too. They said she had sent them to come take the parcel because she was busy and couldn't receive it herself.
I also do not want a repeat of that event as it almost cost me my job plus the embarrassment and scolding I received that day and days later was just too much. I knew I wouldn't even make such mistake again as I am wiser and older.
I arrived at the wedding cum after-party venue. I guess I got there a little early because the wedding was still on. The bride a beautiful light skinned lady was seated on an expensive looking upholstery in a nicely decorated podium at the far end of the hall and beside her was a dapper looking man who was obviously her groom. They looked perfect. She was particularly spectacular. She was so fair, with a pepper red lips, hazel eyes and a beautiful long hair that cascaded down to her waist . She was dressed in a beautiful glittering royal gown that cast a spectrum of colored lights resembling that of rainbow on the walls of the stage. She looked so gracious,queenly and breathtaking. I was lost in awe of her beauty.
Since I couldn't get to her, I took a seat and joined in the celebration. I also admired the decorations, the very beautiful guests and the way everything was done so orderly and beautifully. It seemed like a royal wedding.
To be fair, I felt a little underdressed but it wasn't in my place to care. I was there to do my job and not for the ceremony.
When the service was over, the bride was marched to a room at a corner of the building probably to get ready for the after-party which would hold later that day. Before then, I had requested of one of the bridesmaids that she sends the bride to me.
I sat quietly and waited. Nodding my head to the beat of the song playing in the speakers. I did not notice a dark lady walk over to me. She greeted me politely and asked if I had been served with drinks and food which I replied in the affirmative. She then proceeded to request for the package I had come to deliver. I told her I couldn't give it to her. She asked why and I told her I was instructed to give it to the bride only. She insisted that she was the bride but I wouldn't hear of it. I had seen the beautiful bride earlier, she was fair and had a very red lips. She was nothing like this dark lady standing before me. I muttered "Imposters" and walked away from her.
I walked outside and tried to phone my Boss but his number wasn't connecting. So, I asked some other guest at the party to kindly show me the bride and this time, she pointed at the woman from earlier. I got even angrier as I remembered that the last time I got scammed, it was by two persons, and maybe these two were working together. I cursed under my breath and walked away. At this time, the party was already in full swing.
Source
Standing outside, I saw my boss walking into the venue, a phone in his left hand held to his ear. I felt instantly relieved as I had waited for so long for a bride who wouldn't come out to receive her orders. But I wasn't quite sure why he had come as my call to him didn't go through. His eyes were scanning the place, probably for me. Instinctively, I began walking towards him. When his eyes met mine, all I could see was anger. I held the bag tighter and in front of me so he could see I hadn't lost them again. I kept walking towards him but he was no longer looking in my direction, he was engrossed in his call, his eyes now steadied at a particular direction with his hands raised, like one who wanted to be spotted out.
I followed his gaze and my eyes landed on the dark woman that tried to trick me earlier, the one who claims to be the bride. She also held her phone to her ears and it seems she was the one my boss was talking to over the phone.
I made my way to my boss, when I got to him, I greeted him but he replied by asking why I hadn't handed the items to the bride. I told him I hadn't found her. I wanted to explain to him that a lady was trying to scam me but I didn't budge when the lady walked up to us boiling in rage.
My boss pleaded with her to calm down then he proceeded to ask me why I had not given the package to the lady standing with us. And I went on to remind him that he said I could only give the items to the bride and no one else.
"..but she is the bride!". I stood shocked for a moment and then I whipped out my invitation which was in my trouser pocket and looked at the picture of the bride and groom on the front cover. I looked from the picture to the lady and back to the picture. They had no resemblance at all. Like the one I admired during the ceremony, the one in the picture was fair whilst the one standing before me was dark. I was really confused , it was nothing short of a transformation. It was like I was dreaming
I felt sorry for calling her an impostor earlier. Shamefacedly, I handed the items to her, apologized for my unprofessional behavior and walked out. I stood at a far corner and waited for my boss. I knew I was fired but all I wanted to do was apologize first.
With a grim look, my boss walked to me and said, "Let's go". We walked to his car, got in and he drove off. The air of silence in the car was thick and choking, I had to say something, that was my opportunity. "I really did not know....". He began laughing loudly. I did not know what was funny but before I could speak up again, he spoke "I did not also know it was her, I could only tell she was the bride through her voice. It's the wonderful power of makeup". He continued laughing. This time, I joined the laughter.
VERSI脫N EN ESPA脩OL
PREFACIO
. Buenos d铆as mis queridos hivers, esta es una historia ficticia de un joven que en un intento de obedecer las instrucciones de su jefe trajo algunos problemas para 茅l y su jefe.
No sabe a qui茅n culpar, si a 茅l mismo o a su jefe.
Esta historia est谩 inspirada en una experiencia real que viv铆 hace unos a帽os y de la que todav铆a me r铆o cada vez que la recuerdo. Te aseguro que te va a encantar, te lo prometo
"Do not give this to anyone except the bride" my boss said repeatedly and emphatically while he adjusted the collar of my white satin shirt and tucked them properly into my spakling black chinos trousers. He always inspected my dressing and always wore me one of his most expensive designer perfumes before he let me leave for any delivery. He said I was the company's face outside and I needed to leave our customers thinking of us as classy and top-notch. He would then repeat the first line but this time with a Stern look and a warning "Make sure you don't give this to anyone but the bride"
He never failed to emphasize this since I was tricked by some fraudsters some months back.
The fraudsters had stopped me just in front of the hotel where I was to deliver the parcel containing some fries and a champagne to madam Jade. They requested for the parcel, claiming to have been sent from madam Jade. They were both well dressed, good looking and smelled so nicely like clean fresh air.
I remember how they spoke very politely grinning at me too. They said she had sent them to come take the parcel because she was busy and couldn't receive it herself.
I also do not want a repeat of that event as it almost cost me my job plus the embarrassment and scolding I received that day and days later was just too much. I knew I wouldn't even make such mistake again as I am wiser and older.
I arrived at the wedding cum after-party venue. I guess I got there a little early because the wedding was still on. The bride a beautiful light skinned lady was seated on an expensive looking upholstery in a nicely decorated podium at the far end of the hall and beside her was a dapper looking man who was obviously her groom. They looked perfect. She was particularly spectacular. She was so fair, with a pepper red lips, hazel eyes and a beautiful long hair that cascaded down to her waist . She was dressed in a beautiful glittering royal gown that cast a spectrum of colored lights resembling that of rainbow on the walls of the stage. She looked so gracious,queenly and breathtaking. I was lost in awe of her beauty.
Como no pude llegar hasta ella, tom茅 asiento y me un铆 a la celebraci贸n. Tambi茅n admir茅 la decoraci贸n, los bell铆simos invitados y la forma en que todo estaba hecho de forma tan ordenada y hermosa. Parec铆a una boda real.
Para ser justos, me sent铆 un poco mal vestido, pero no me correspond铆a preocuparme. Estaba all铆 para hacer mi trabajo y no para la ceremonia.
Cuando termin贸 el servicio, la novia fue conducida a una habitaci贸n en una esquina del edificio, probablemente para prepararse para la fiesta posterior que se celebrar铆a m谩s tarde ese mismo d铆a. Antes de eso, hab铆a pedido a una de las damas de honor que me enviara a la novia.
Me sent茅 en silencio y esper茅. Asintiendo con la cabeza al ritmo de la canci贸n que sonaba en los altavoces. No me di cuenta de que una mujer morena se acercaba a m铆. Me salud贸 amablemente y me pregunt贸 si me hab铆an servido las bebidas y la comida, a lo que respond铆 afirmativamente. Entonces procedi贸 a pedir el paquete que hab铆a venido a entregar. Le dije que no pod铆a d谩rselo. Me pregunt贸 por qu茅 y le dije que ten铆a instrucciones de d谩rselo s贸lo a la novia. Ella insisti贸 en que era la novia, pero yo no quise saber nada. Hab铆a visto antes a la hermosa novia, que era rubia y ten铆a los labios muy rojos. No se parec铆a en nada a esta dama oscura que estaba ante m铆. Murmur茅 "impostores" y me alej茅 de ella.
Sal铆 y trat茅 de llamar a mi jefe, pero su n煤mero no se conectaba. As铆 que le ped铆 a otra invitada a la fiesta que tuviera la amabilidad de mostrarme a la novia y esta vez se帽al贸 a la mujer de antes. Me enfad茅 a煤n m谩s al recordar que la 煤ltima vez que me estafaron fue por dos personas, y que quiz谩 estas dos trabajaban juntas. Maldije en voz baja y me alej茅. En ese momento, la fiesta ya estaba en pleno apogeo.
De pie en el exterior, vi a mi jefe entrar en el local, con un tel茅fono en la mano izquierda pegado a la oreja. Me sent铆 instant谩neamente aliviada, ya que hab铆a esperado tanto tiempo a una novia que no sal铆a a recibir sus pedidos. Pero no estaba muy seguro de por qu茅 hab铆a venido, ya que mi llamada no fue atendida. Sus ojos escudri帽aban el lugar, probablemente en busca de m铆. Instintivamente, comenc茅 a caminar hacia 茅l. Cuando sus ojos se encontraron con los m铆os, lo 煤nico que pude ver fue ira. Sujet茅 la bolsa con m谩s fuerza y delante de m铆 para que viera que no los hab铆a perdido de nuevo. Segu铆 caminando hacia 茅l, pero ya no miraba en mi direcci贸n, estaba absorto en su llamada, sus ojos ahora estaban fijos en una direcci贸n concreta con las manos levantadas, como quien quiere ser descubierto.
Segu铆 su mirada y mis ojos se posaron en la mujer morena que intent贸 enga帽arme antes, la que dice ser la novia. Tambi茅n llevaba el tel茅fono a las orejas y parece que era con la que mi jefe estaba hablando por tel茅fono.
Me dirig铆 hacia mi jefe, cuando llegu茅 a 茅l, le salud茅 pero me respondi贸 preguntando por qu茅 no le hab铆a entregado los objetos a la novia. Le dije que no la hab铆a encontrado. Quise explicarle que una se帽ora estaba tratando de estafarme pero no ced铆 cuando la se帽ora se acerc贸 a nosotros hirviendo de rabia.
Mi jefe le rog贸 que se calmara y luego procedi贸 a preguntarme por qu茅 no le hab铆a dado el paquete a la se帽ora que estaba con nosotros. Y le record茅 que hab铆a dicho que s贸lo pod铆a dar los art铆culos a la novia y a nadie m谩s.
"...隆pero si es la novia!". Me qued茅 sorprendido un momento y luego saqu茅 la invitaci贸n que llevaba en el bolsillo del pantal贸n y mir茅 la foto de los novios en la portada. Mir茅 de la foto a la se帽ora y de nuevo a la foto. No ten铆an ning煤n parecido. Al igual que el que admir茅 durante la ceremonia, el de la foto era rubio mientras que el que estaba ante m铆 era moreno. Estaba realmente confundido, era nada menos que una transformaci贸n. Era como si estuviera so帽ando
Me arrepiento de haberla llamado impostora antes. Con verg眉enza, le entregu茅 los objetos, me disculp茅 por mi comportamiento poco profesional y me fui. Me qued茅 en una esquina lejana y esper茅 a mi jefe. Sab铆a que estaba despedido, pero lo 煤nico que quer铆a era disculparme primero.
Con una mirada sombr铆a, mi jefe se acerc贸 a m铆 y me dijo: "Vamos". Nos dirigimos a su coche, subimos y se march贸. El aire de silencio en el coche era espeso y asfixiante, ten铆a que decir algo, esa era mi oportunidad. "Realmente no lo sab铆a....". Comenz贸 a re铆rse a carcajadas. No sab铆a qu茅 era lo que me hac铆a gracia, pero antes de que pudiera volver a hablar, habl贸: "Yo tampoco sab铆a que era ella, s贸lo pod铆a decir que era la novia por su voz. Es el maravilloso poder del maquillaje". Continu贸 ri茅ndose. Esta vez, me un铆 a las risas.
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