It’s ‘good’ to be home where it’s freaking hot now. It’s so hot my head hurts. Damned weather.
For those who don’t know, I just came back from a holiday and look what I got:
Thanks a lot, you stupid shoe. Now let’s see if it turns black in a few days.
It doesn’t hurt that much anymore except for my left toe because I couldn’t walk right in the airport yesterday and had to kick a hole on the ground. Stupid hole-ly ground. And just now, my cousin kicked my toe. Guess which toe? And just 10 minutes ago, my butter fingers had to let the toner bottle slip off my hands and despite 3 attempts to stop it from falling, it still did and guess where it landed? On my left toe. I swear, the next person or thing to even touch my toe will go to hell.
Well, enough of my toe. Be rest assured you’ll still hear of it again soon.
Let’s talk about people who poo with the door unlocked. You know how the light in the airplane lavatory goes red if it’s occupied and green if it’s not? I wanted to go but the lights to both lavatories were red so I waited. When the people came out I turned around and saw two other people waiting there but they didn’t seem like they wanted to go because they didn’t. Duh. So I got up, walked there and seeing that the light is still green with the word ‘vacant’ and the two people still waiting there, god knows why, I opened the door. And then there was a hand pulling the door back from the inside. What the?
The crew man there then said “Oops there’s someone inside. Please queue up.” Now I feel like the desperate inconsiderate person who doesn’t know what a queue is. Please queue up? How the hell would I know that’s a freaking queue since they’re just standing there and not going into the VACANT toilet?
And then there was this one air stewardess who couldn’t handle stress. The pilot was obviously speeding since we were 30 minutes ahead of time and that must have made the crews panic because they were running around looking like they’ve got a million dollar deal to sign. That was when my friend got hungry and thought she’d get nasi lemak. They were so busy we couldn’t catch them so we pressed the bell. Still, we were ignored. Finally the stressed air stewardess came and asked rudely, “What do you want? (I’m very busy, can’t you see that? You’re such a pain in the ass)” What do I want? What do you want? A fight?