it's a pretty dreadful day today; rainy, cloudy and wintery. at the LIFTS today, there wasn't any packed sardines situations, or girls with cursive pieholes but more of a chinese boy and a kiwi girl kinda story.
travelling down from 11th floor to Ground, we stopped at 8th and a chinese boy (no taller than frodo baggins or samwise Gamgee) and a kiwi girl entered. The boy was trying to show the girl his new toy. With the chinese boys in Aotearoa, a toy usually is either a cellphone or his car; with kiwi boys it's usually his ipod or his ibird (if you catch my drift!). So he's trying to program a special "ringtone" for her name in his contact book, and they listened thru mini heaphones, after going thru a few, she said they were too chinese - fuckin yeah?? he's a chinese boy what the fuck you expect?
by now the dude was a little pissed not at her but at me, he glared over and just tipped his head over. explanation = "yo! motherfucker, stop lookin. she's mine go find yourself another kiwi girl". Never one to back down, i didn't glare back, i just raised my thumb and rubbed it against my nose, sniffed and looked away. explanation = "dude, you sure you have the grapefruits to take her on? not with that greenbean!"
TING! saved by the lift.
what an anti-climax!
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