Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Today, I had three different people apologising to me. I had the bus driver and two different girls (both whom I don't even know them by their names) apologising... on behalf of Whacko-Jacko-Wannabe.
The two girls brought a pack-of-three Ferrero Rochers each. I was too pissed to touch any of his offerings. My boss in the gym had a good laugh, but I couldn't find the amusement in all of this. The straw that broke the camel's back (thanks to my sister for adding this phrase to my vocab/idiom dictionary) was on the bus ride home, where he thought his first offering of chocolates was enough to atone for his knife-ly gesture. If only he knew where the first set of three Ferrero Rochers actually went (he'd have to do a post-mortem on my boss' tummy).
At first he came up to me and said, "All that is well, ends well" and tried personally offering me another set-of-3 Ferrero Rochers. Hello. Who said "all ends well" with just three pieces of chocolate?! Who said pointing a knife, even at a friend, or a stranger, "is well"? I ran off without saying a word, and left behind the three pieces of shit.
From the back of the bus, he made another girl walk up to me to offer another three Ferrero Rochers, with another apology note. It took me a while but I went to the back of the bus, where the fucking idiot was 'hiding', handed him the chocolates back, where he stupidly said, "Oh, you don't want it?"
HELLO. WAKE UP. Who in their right mind would point the sharp end of a knife at a friend? WHO? WHO?! I've put up with enough of your shit, following me around college, drinking 1.5l of rootbeer and choking and spitting in front of me while I have my breakfast, thinking it's ok to just pull up a chair and join me without invitation with your large, early morning fix of gassy beverages, and your constant drill of stupid questions that relate to Micheal Jackson and horror films which I said so many times that I AM NOT INTERESTED in all that shit. Yet you are still persistent, thinking I'm OKAY with it, despite the fact that I made it clear that I'm simply NOT INTERESTED in your fucking whims and fancies.
You've had enough chances, and I can't get past the fact that you thought I can just put aside the fact that you pointed a knife right in my face, thinking it's ok. No it's not ok. If you think that gesture is easily brushed aside, then I really, really do not know what else you are capable of.
You can say you're sorry many times, but the damage is done. It's DONE.
12:46 AM Azzie's got style
