Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Yuhz-terday


Two women, in their twenties, in their tight outfits and jeans, with their bulging handbags, walked passed the mostly-glassed door, "we, uhm, wanna send photos."

Me: No.6 Please

They turned their heads, scanned the whole first floor, tried to spot the cubicle No.8 which is right in front of them, "Oh," one of them said.

Soon they were sank in their chairs, then one head followed the other one, eyes set on my way, "We can use some help here, please."

Me: What's it?

One of them: "I wanna send a photograph, you know," she said self-confidently, in her Javanese accent which most people use these days,-they will tease you if you sound so UN-Jakartan, which I find utterly trivial, silly, "Can you send it for me?

Here's the problem:
  • They are from Bandung, Java and have been complaining about why the room has no aircond, bragging about their much-loved temperature in Bandung, and some more which I ignored.
  • They thought they can send the photo(s)--which turned out to be one for each--without having to scan it first.
  • They got no email address, dunno what Pasoword means.
  • After sent the scanned photos to the designated email addresses, they asked me what are their email address are.
  • They lit cigarrettesa and puffed the smoke, enjoyed the nicotine, I hate it yet I cant asked them to get rid of it. It's a smoking area.
Later on, they asked my phone number which I inclined, and ofered the building's phone number, instead.

Them: where's the hangout place in town

I mentione one or two, "What are they?" they asked, "They are mostly-frequented eateries for the univ students and the youth."

Them: "Ah," still busy with their phones, "we will come down here when we need something to send."

I smiled at them, cordially, "anytime."

Last impression after saw the photos and all: They're hookers.


Then, the guy in white Sweater, stomach was bulging up, sat in a way that as if he were going to slip from the chair into the floor, "Can you help me, pls?"

He cannot post a comment and send a message on his Friendster, "you need to log 0n to your email account and activate your Friendster."

But he failed to remember his email password, tried many times, failed and failed.

He's a man but his email address is ****GIRL@yahoo.com
Catchy!

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