how cruel da world can be...

OK, we didnt cook 2day so we ordered home delivery. i gues i ordered around 8.30 or smthg to a kabab kinda place thgy..we had to call da guy about, FOUR TIMEZZ!!! i made da first few calls asking how our order is going...Finally, my mom had ittt..she called up da guy & told him we'r cutting..he TRYD convincing us it waz coming in a bit...bt noooo....we'r HUNGRY DUDE!! AT LASSSSST...jst FIVE mins after a one & a half hour wait...our guy rang da bell....................................my mom reminded dad d@ we cancelld..wich meant da guy had to go back with da biryanis & tandoori we ordered............
THATS wen it hit meee...OMG....i had 2 imagine him walk 4 floors down wit our take away..walk all the way to his bike wich waz liek 15mtrs away......i wantd 2 cry...cz he put his energy into looking for our address....
Suddenly..random thoughts flew across my head "wat if da guy gets it from his boss for not makin it on time??" "wat if he gets fired???" "wat will happen if he was da only earning family??" "whos gonna feed his kids or take care of his parents??" All da WAT IFs....
Jst then...i HAD to thank God for not making me worry too much...i mean..as mch as da delivery guy...
uuurrrrggghhh....!!! it smtymz sux ALOT cuz its so hard for me to shed drops of water down my cheek!!! it'll jst stay PUT in my eye...then will dry up quick....so most times i have to FORCE myself to cry...!!! if it really hurts alot inside...if its jst too much for me.....
Wich remindz me, wen i saw da delivery guy walk down da street from my balcony i just hoped, he wouldnt get into trouble cuz it waznt his fault...but it did ache *alot* to see him walk without da money in his handzzz...only da food......