Ok, so Im preparing the BBQ in my garden and found a small line of ants near my screen door. I called the compound management to take care of it. This is the conversation that took place with the Indian caretaker: Me: hi. I have some ants that I need to get rid of. Indian: sorry sir, mister. We cant help you in dat. Me: why? Indian: we dont give such a service. You invited them, you get rid of them. Me: what do you mean I invited them? Indian: how did they get in without an invitation? Me: what are you talking about? I never leave food uncovered. I never leave crumbs. My place is squeaky clean. Indian: you get rid of them. Me: but I need you to kill them. Indian: WHAT? I cant do that sir, mister. Me: then Ill kill them myself. Indian: if you do that, sir mister, I will call the management and they will call the police. Sir, mister. We are Muslims. We dont kill our aunts. I hung up.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 09:39:28 +0000