Yep,
that's what Fat Uncle Cheapo shouted this morning when he almost almost almost got his freedom.
Let him explain.
Well, Cheapo has not been well for the last few days. So naturally his concentration levels have gone to hell and breakfast.
Which is a very bad or in his case a very good thing to happen.
Plus after yesterday's catastrophic cataclysmic affairs at office, he was exhausted.
So his timing has gone to hell.
He was coming to office. He was on Baldrick. There was a junction. There was a crossing to be undertaken. There was a bus. And there was a muppety bike reader from the oppsite direction.
Well you can imagine what happened.
Cheapo was stranded in the middle of the road with the bus bearing down on him.
He was happy and smiling and all enthusiastic about the impending crash and started shouting the aforementioned.
But just before salvation arrived, the bastard driver stomped on his break and the bus came to rest about 6 inches from Cheapo's bulk.
Ironic ain't it?
Cheapo can't catch a break in school, college, university, jobs, love life but when it comes to the one thing he wants more than anything else, he had to go and catch the damn break.
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