Drinking with a Jerk

Gee, I’m missing Kuching now. Missing all those drinking session with Dreckker although I sound like a duck and could sing “What a Wonderful World” by Louis Armstrong nicely.  Okay, I don’t mean he sounded like a duck, still respect this wonderful singer.

 

Anyway, there was one drinking session where one of my friends joined in. We usually did not mix around with this person, but since I was in Kuching and he sort of wanted to catch up with me, so I too sort of invited him. Then he started to do those silly things:

 

Treating Waitress as a Whore

He might be drunk (without drinking any beer), but he kept asking the pretty waitress named Sharon to strip if she lost her hand when playing cards with us. 

After realizing his ‘nagging’ was unsuccessful, he asked her to kiss me or Dreckker! Come on, she was just a waitress not a whore and we were in a pub not a brothel. Maybe he didn’t realize that he was in a pub; or he had just taken Viagra; or maybe he was too used to going to brothel till he forgot to switch off his ‘horny’ mode. Waitress is a human too! Some were just doing part time for their education fee. They might be smarter than most of us….emmm okay.. I mean some…

Wrong Way to Join in People’s Conversation

I always thought that joining in someone’s conversation would need some skill, like when people were talking about soccer, I should not join in and started talking about volleyball, right? Most importantly, when people referred a world known bank branch manager as a ‘banker’, you should not try to join in and said you were a banker too when you were just a small potato (Bank Assistant aka Credit Card Salesman) in that company!  That was what he did! It was like when a doctor talking to others saying that he worked for a hospital, and you as a Domestic Hygiene Engineer aka Janitor in that building also claimed so!

 

Howling for No Reason

The simple rule in a pub was that no matter how hot the music was, if no one was dancing or getting ‘high’, never attract attention by being the first person howling for no reason. People would thought you had just escaped from the mental institute; or maybe that was where he was hiding all this while… hmm.. By the way, it reminded me of an animal.

 

Friends Are Never Your Customers

I disliked people with hidden intention. When I said wanted to wind down and had a beer, please stick to that. This so called friend of mine, started asking me whether interested in getting credit card from him or not. I just needed to apply then cancel it a few months later. Unless he tried to give me a platinum card free for life, which I would be really thankful, even though there was a sales person offering so. But please, friends are not your customers! Don’t meet them up because you wanted to ‘use’ them for your own benefit! Before that, I had already helped him by promoting his stuff on my blog but sadly, it was not enough for him. L

 

Anyway, not going to ask him out next time. Maybe only to those secluded places.. emm think again for my safety, maybe no. J