So there I was, waiting for my cars servicing to be finished, when a dude, bedecked in gold from ear to arm, sat beside me. Noticing that he has an LV bag, a TW Steel watch and smells of Brut, my thoughts were towards This guy must be moneyed. As his eyes shifted towards me, I began to feel the dread of being dragged into a conversation where Goldfinger would probably expound on his accomplishments and his riches. And, he did. So I toil half-an hour, listening as he raves about his business, his cars and and his mistresses - all of which I give diddly squat to. Hoping to alleviate my suffering, I whip out my mobile broadband device so that I can locate where the A-Team is so that they can help me get rid of the guy. When his eyes saw my broadband, he uttered these words: Pare, WiFi ba yan? Pa connect nga. Naubos ang load ko eh. (Friend, can I connect to your WiFi device? Ive no credit on my smartphone). The garage gods must have heard my plea because, as he uttered the word eh, the service technician approached me and told me my car was done. So I stood up, gathered my things and started to walk out while giving him these parting words (all in English): Sir, why dont you pawn one of those earrings so that you would have money to buy credit for your phone? Cheap bastard. - all delivered why my usual, charming smile. As I drive away with my window open, I heard these parting words from him P**k yu! Madamot! (F**k you! Selfish!) Took him a while. Cheap bastard.
Posted on: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 07:22:33 +0000
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