Some people are bloody ridiculous. They are bound to be everywhere you go. What is so freaking hard about picking up your used towels and returning them to the counter?
Him - "You expect me to return the towels after I used them?"
Wish I could say - "Yeah duh. That is why we put up all that signages in the gym reminding people to"
Him - "I already wiped my feet with them, and you expect me to carry them to the counter?"
Wish I could say - "Yeah duh. I said towels that you used, not the ones others used. No other members have any problem picking up after themselves"
Him - "My hand is now clean, maybe next time I will kick it out to the counter."
Wish I could say - "Fuck off you faggot"
Haiz.. The price of being in the service line. No point going on about these pests. Not worthy to be spoken off.
Sleepy now. Didn't have much sleep last night. Was supposed to wake up early for the match, but ended up watching snippets of the match
while I go in and out of sleep. Good thing that they won though. Just a few more games to win it guys.
Tomorrow's the annual D&D here at my clubhouse. About 90% sure I'm not going. Not a big fan such things. Went to last year's, didn't really think it was worth the time. Also with the fact that it was my off day plus my father's birthday, the D&D doesn't really sound attractive. Just hate the part where people ask me the next day why I didn't go. I won't say it to them, obviously, but honestly I don't give a damn.
Thursday, 23 April 2009
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