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Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Today, a representative of California Fitness (CF) called me up. She told me that a friend of mine had given them my name for complimentary membership to CF. Apparently, I could get a pass that would make me a complimentary member of CF for 7 days. My bullshit detectors went off. I know, I know, they really have such a thing, but the bullshit was that I know of no one whom I would call "friend" and who was also in fucking CF. Here's the ensuing conversation.
AQ: Yeah? Who's this friend of mine?
CF: I do not know. It's all computerised.
AQ: I see . . .
CF: So when would you be free to come pick up your pass, sir?
AQ: Well, I'm not really interested, thank you.
CF: Oh. You're not really keen, huh? May I know why?
AQ: Well, I'm not a gym person. I enjoy being soft, fat and pampered.
CF: Hmmm . . . well, then do you know of any friends who might be interested?
Naturally, I wasn't about to give them any of my friends' numbers. So here's what I answered.
AQ: Nope. I have no friends.
CF (in a disbelieving tone of voice): You have no friends?
AQ (cheerfully): Yep! Not a single one!
CF: Ok bye. *click*
Shit, I'm an asshole. And I enjoy being one way too much.
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Wahahah. I wanna be an asshole too but most of the times I'm too nice to be one. Damn. I wanna piss off some telemarketer as well. Wow wow wee!
Barffie: All it takes to be nasty is an effort will, my friend.
Feisty Bitch: Haha, it was just a phone conversation, babe.
Post a CommentFeisty Bitch: Haha, it was just a phone conversation, babe.
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