27th April – Betrayal of the Oddest Kind

We have had the most frustrating day.  On top of nursing my semi-recovered body (passed the sore throat and nausea and moved onto congestion and headaches), last night, Arvid (our driver) told our boss he was leaving for a packhouse job.  That left us without a car…so we turned to D, our other ride along who also has a car.

Now, we probably should have known better than to ask.  D is a rather…odd guy.  Now I am the last person to talk when it comes to another person’s communicative issues, but we have never actually heard the guy tell the truth.  That afternoon when Arvid had told us his plans, we’d asked D, and he’d been vague and said something about an issue with his tyres.

That night, my boss called him up after I asked him to confirm with D that his car was okay, and he said it was…but that it was empty and needed fuel.  He then asked for cash from both of us – perfectly reasonable, but his request was a little heavy handed.  We didn’t exactly react greatly either if I’m honest, mostly because we were used to paying the driver on payday after we’d added up the fuel.  Anyway, we agree.

Next morning, we get the call, and I try to give the cash for the next 2 days ride to the orchards to D, but he waves it off, saying he needs to check something.  He then spends the next hour in the living room eating breakfast and more or less avoiding us like he normally does.

When it comes to time to leave, Krislin and I head outside…and he’s nowhere to be found.  She goes inside to look for him, while I ask Walter (one of the owners) if he’s seen him.  He hasn’t, and can’t see his car either.  We figure maybe he’s gone to the garage to fuel up.

Ten minutes later, he hasn’t answered any of the texts or calls we’ve sent him, and we’re forced to call our boss.  Luckily, he was just passing the hostel and managed to give us a lift to the orchard just in time for work.  While driving into the orchard, who should we see walking up to everyone but D.  When our boss drops the window and asks him what happens, he says ‘I hitchhiked.’

We call bull – no way would he have made it to this out of the way orchard before us if he had, but we choose to ignore him like he’s been ignoring us.  Our boss tells us not to trust him anymore and we can ride with our supervisor from now on instead.  Supervisor agrees, and we just seethe the rest of the day at D leaving us in the lurch like that.  At least he isn’t in our team any more (last week, managed to piss our supervisor off enough to get him transferred to another team).

End of the day, we head back to the hostel with the supervisor and the co-worker (whose car it is), and who should drive up five minutes later in his own car?  He’d abandoned us and parked outside the orchard.

Hitchhiked indeed…

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About Batale

I am an aspiring writer - though since I haven't written anything original in about 2 years, so calling me a writer is like calling a man who makes dinner every night a 5 star chef. I started this blog to force me to write. From the 1st January 2013, I intend to update this blog every day. If nothing interesting happens, I'll write about something that does interest me, whether that is a movie, a book, something I've heard about, or even some of my stories growing up.
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