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Saturday, September 02, 2006

make that call... say "allo" :/



so i made the call, invited myself, and then went out with spot for breakfast. t'was a chilled evening. then i missed the bus. it took 45 minutes before the next one arrived. 20 minutes talking crap with spot while ogling an absolutely stunning foreigner. tall, sexy, with a nordic accent. i wants me one 'a those.

all of us entering the bus were slapped in the face with the foetid smell of soiled pants. and it was squished in there. 'orrible. made worse when some guy tried to call me over to whisper something to me.

do i have the kind of face that says that i want to talk to weird people on the bus? i gave him a harsh look, then looked away. then he tried to touch my arm, i stepped back and said "what?" in my meanest israeli tone. people around us took a step back when they heard the "ars" in my voice, but this idiot didn't get it.

"come here a second!" he whispered urgently.
i glanced at him like i would a worm in my cereal.
"what?" (same voice, more threatening)

the stupid, dirty fucker then half stood up, and breathed a sentence on me that left me reeling - hellish halitosis, i spent the rest of the ride praying that the smell wasn't going to stick. at least i now knew which direction it was coming from. i stared him back down with utter disgust, and was pissy for the rest of the ride. and the only word i'd understood from his revolting sentence had been "pants". which immediately made me check my own for any glaring holes or things poking out of holes (flashback to new year's eve :$)

you know what? that gets me back for that link to the teeth i posted. i can only guess that that's the smell emanating from them that we were suffering.

anyway, i got to her house in time to catch our british relatives. and iced-coffee. and cheesecake. and a fun conversation. good catch-up.

her sister gave me a ride to the bus station, and i bussed through to the lizard. i'm only here because i'm a dumbass, and left my uniform in the office :(

so now i'm off to chill there for a bit, then it's home and apartment-moving week. nothing's ever simple with me.

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