Just as I was ready to hit the sack, one of my friends calls me to troubleshoot his computer. I obliged, fixed his machine, watched some B-rated flicks, and took the walk home at around 2:30. Little did I know that I would be encountering rush hour with drunk people. In only a span of 10 minutes, I was able to entertain myself at their expense:
- A guy, accompanied by two women, stopped me and asked me to tell him what I think of the two women. He went so far as to tell me to look at their rear ends, to which I pointed out that I can’t form any particular opinion solely on that. I had to call the other two women back to take care of their friend, but the rest of the group caught up. I slowly backed away, and the last line I heard from them was something along the lines of “chiang chong gong, mother****er!” I shook my head and left. I’m not that desperate
- Some idiot was passed out next to the bus stop. There was a heated argument as to how to deal with the guy. I had my phone ready to dial 911, but his friend had a car pick them up and head back to their place.
Man, it feels great to be sharp-witted at all times.
