“Where’s Daddy?”

Time goes by so slowly for those who wait… Madonna’s song Hung Up was playing on the radio when M asked me teasingly “That was you she’s referring to?” I wasn’t really minding the song so I didn’t immediately understood what he meant.

The story behind it:
It happened last week when my sis and I with little C went to see Prague Castle. It was past 7 in the evening when we decided we had enough though it was still bright. M said it will take him 30 minutes to get to the place. We sat on the grass right outside the Prašný Most side of the castle, waiting for him. We waited like eternity. He didn’t call nor sent sms why he’s late. Worst thing is, I couldn’t anymore make calls coz I had used up my phone load.

While waiting there, I was starting to think what our next move will be. Shall we take a taxi and go home? Or shall we just wait for him in the nearby restaurant so we can sit comfortably in the Bar Stools while we order some food and drinks. But the biggest question was, why isn’t he calling me at all or answering my messages? What could have happened? It turned out there was a traffic accident on the road that was blocking the flow of vehicles. And he couldn’t call or text coz he’s driving.

But yeah, Madonna is right… time really goes by very, very slow when you’re waiting (hungry and tired).