Eid Mubarak all over again

My father tried waking me up for Eid prayers but I refused, I was just too tired to even give it consideration. A few hours later, I was still too tired to come down and eat with the family but I pulled myself together and went downstairs. I chowed down on some spring rolls and rice. My cousin was here too. My youngest sister would be missing the rest of the day due to working her part time job. The conversation was mostly fine but my sister snapped at me when I asked about botox.

It took some time for everyone to get dressed but when were done, we went over to my grandmothers house, as we do every Eid. I had showered beforehand too and my hair was becoming frizzier, it’s something I’m going to look into taming using the CG method.

At my grandmothers, I encountered some more family and we talked and ate. My grandmother told me to cut my hair, I wasn’t happy to hear that. I shared my new learned knowledge about “wobblers” with everyone but no one seemed aware of the term.

After this we want my family home and did the same thing again. I thought it was too cold and my dad started up the electric fireplace in the frontroom, I’d never seen it activated before. It working like one of those heating fans. I brought out some Diet Pepsi and after taking a sip was horrified to learn it was out of date. I declared that I would go to the Cash & Carry my father bought it from and get this sorted out tomorrow. I asked him for the receipt, he said he didn’t have one and that he paid with cash.

At around 5pm we took a break from each other and convened at my brothers place in Manchester, he has an excellent view of the city and now that he can actually afford to live here, I’m quite impressed by it all. We didn’t stay too long though, my youngest sisters are staying the night there. My brothers flatmate has gone on holiday. My uncle travelled with us and I didn’t respond to him much because I found it frustrating how he kept passively criticising my father.

I was pretty exhausted after the days events and went to sleep soon afterwards.

Today I made it a priority to head to the Cash & Carry to get the Pepsi business sorted, my father had found the receipt and left it on my TV stand. After showering and before breakfast, I marched straight there, through a door with a sign above that read “no entry”, then to the first empty till I could see. A scarf monkey was manning it, I told them that I want my money back and showed them the expired bottle, I was given back a full £1 instead of 99p along with an apology, I wasn’t happy about how the monkey laughed though. She said something in her language to a fellow staff member which I assumed was her asking him to check the stock.

I did the same myself and snapped a picture of more out of date bottle of Diet Pespi before returning to tell the guy that there was more and to get rid of it, don’t know if he understood English. I then bumped into an older man who smiled at me, he seemed to ask if everything was OK, I barked at him to “get rid of your out of date stock”.

I now patiently wait for my night shift to start. I’ll be watching WWE Raw (saw SummerSlam last night, it wasn’t memorable out the the actions of “The Fiend”) and John Oliver while scoffing down the remaining Eid food.