I’ve thrown away countless faulty plug-in headsets for my PC. This new wireless headset is sure to be my saviour, ensuring another set of expletives are kept to themselves. I’ve no explanation for my technology rage at times. Perhaps, I should simply be more patient. I do try but when the repeated greeting – hello – hello – hello – tonelessly sounds, signalling the end of another headset; I just lose it. No more, I hope. Time to test these bitches – yes, I can hear.
‘Meet me now. I’ve got the bad gear; pure as,’ a male teenage voice says.
‘What will I tell my dad?’ a female teenage voice replies.
‘Just tell him, you’re going to the shops.’
‘Alright, give me five.’
Hang on a minute, that’s Julie’s voice. ‘Testing,’ I say into my new microphone.
‘What? Who’s that?’ The male voice says.
I quickly disconnect.
Before I can think about what Julie’s up to, she’s walked past and told me she’s going down the shop.
‘Hang on,’ I say and raise my voice a notch. ‘What for?’
‘Do you have to know everything?’ She says. ‘Dad, just chill. I won’t be long.’
She’s out the door in a flash. Not a moment to contemplate. By the time I’m outside, she’s ridden off up the street towards the shops. What am I supposed to do now? He has the bad gear which I’m sure is nothing to do with top notch sporting gear. Surely it’s got to be drugs, hasn’t it? Pure as, he did say. I’m definitely not going alone. Well, I’m insinuating a drug deal here. I grab Wagger’s lead and rattle it; a call she’ll do anything for.