A Day of Futile Trips

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It was a day of that kind when your going out turns out to be fruitless. Sometimes, hororsopes predict such futile days. I wish to recount the futile trips because there's something positive about it. First, I went down to the market to get a spiked spade from the blacksmith workshop . The workshop was closed so were other shops of the market. Of course the fish market was making good business as usual. I turned my bike towards the government primary where I wanted to meet the headmaster. I needed a payment slip for some money I had paid for computer and art class fees. Unfortunately, he was not in the school. Probably, he had gone to the district school office. Next, I proceeded to the roadside grocery shop to buy flour for our kitchen. For some unknown reason even that shop was closed. However, on the way back I found a shop open where I bought 2kg of flour. Returned home and reflected, I should have understood the first signs that it was going to be a that kind of day. Next time, I should be more careful to obey the hints.