Funny story. We were waiting for the lift to arrive to go for lunch. As usual, our public transportation gave a few reasons to mumble and complain. The door opens and our expat colleague is no where in sight. Since we have already skipped one lift, waiting for him to take a dump, we went in. as he rushed into the lift the conversation suddenly changed. My colleague with whom I was talking about our public transport asked the expat colleague: well the champions league just started.
The expat
colleague was quick to add something. They were chatting excitedly. All I heard
was blababalalalala blab la blalalalalalala pfftttt…
When we
reached the ground floor, to add insult to injury, the expat colleague asked
me. Yes ME!, he went: SO, DO YOU FOLLOW CHAMPION LEAGUE?.
The only
thing I know about it would be the spelling. While I try to construct something
intelligent, witty and probably a funny one liner…..he added: SO, NOTHING, ZERO….ZILCH??
I felt attacked.
Damn youuuuuuuuuuu
expat colleague!…how in the world did he know…?
Guess what
our lobby was FULL with people.
Hey if
football was about guessing whos butt looked the best in shorts, I would have a
PHD. Not pretty huge d**k you perves. Football is just………………………………………too
complicated. Why don’t people talk about swimming, gymnastics, cycling……….in
general sports where people wear spandex. Well that’s something to TALK ABOUT.
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