"I <3 Four-One, oh six."

I've changed my ambition- I want to be a Member of Parliament one day.

Yes, you've heard me.

Vote me for MP.

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So, I had to go meet Mr Palmer at his constituency office.

Wa, sounds cool right?

I was, well, supposed to meet him during a "Meet-the-People" session, around 8pm. Thus, I set off at 7.40pm, knowing that I would reach there in only five minutes.

Well, better be early.

Okay, I was told by Mum to go to Block 123 to meet him. There, I was told to go to Block 193. THEN, Block 193 had no one there. Well, except a Kindergarten.

Something's wrong, so I went back to Block 123.

"Wait- are you VERY sure that Mr Palmer's there?"

"Let me give them a call," the clerk replied.

Uhh, yeah. It sounded VERY NOISY in the background.

So, I trudged back to the site (grudgingly, rawr) and hey, wouldja lookee that.

The session was held inside a kindergarten. So call me inflexible, impractical, blah. It was quite a sight seeing a grown man, about 6 feet tall, sitting in one of those tiny little... stools.

WE WERE GIANTS. GWARH!

I had to wait to meet him, though. One and a half hours of stoning.

"Excuse me, please take a number."

"Number?"

"Yes, you're here to see the MP, right?"

Walau, like doctor, sia.

Only that doctors take FAR LESS TIME attending to their patients.

I reached at approx. 8.10pm, and waited as my number (why was number 48 going before 42?!) arrived.

"It's because Mr Palmer wants to see you personally."

I'm not the patient type, and this explains why I kinda kicked up a fuss at about 9.20pm.

So, I enter his "office" at 9.25pm...

He knows me by name already, and we exchange greetings in front of his men, two of which I believe are terribly intimidated by my height. They never dare to look at me in the eye- Well, they had to raise their head to a seemlingly acute angle to talk to me, anyway. Snigger.

Ooookay. I put on my polite mask and proceed to conversate with Mr Palmer. What was it that was so important that he had to see me tonight?

"Do you have the forms with you for bursaries?"

"Handed them in, already."

"Oh, right right. So, how's the house?"

"Going pretty well, everything should be ready by next week or rather, sir."

"Good, good. Great to see that you're fine. How's your Mum?"

FREAKIN' INSANE.

"She's doing fine."

"Alright. So, call my men if you need any help, okay? We'll do our best to help."

Not that any of your men ever pick up the phone anyway...

"Okay, I'll do that."

"I'll pay your family a visit another day."

"Thank you."

"..."

"So that's it?"

"Yeah, thank you for coming down."

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"Oh, okay. You're welcome."

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Yeah, so I wasted 2 hours on this... "meet".

WTF.