Anyway, those kids stormed into the building, the boy pressed hard to open the glass window, face burnt by the afternoon heat, did they come with car? Cant remember.
His older sister followed him, and hollered at him, "Wait till daddy come!"
Too late, he's found his spot, "I'm using this!"
The dad came in and walked as if his life's been sucked up by these two babies, weary face but still has promisingly good eating appetite--if you see that belly, sir.
Smiled at me, "Two puters, pls?" Then saw his kids have tucked into one station, made noises ignored by other "grown up" users.The daddy followed, then stood straight and threw his head at me, "Got good games here for them kids?"
The babygirl played Diner Dash but the boy had a hard time because he only wanted to play train stuffs which he has at home, and he ended up opening state-owned rail/train station company website, of course he found nothng but frozen photos and boring news articles on it.
He hollered at his dad alot who threw his look at me and made me went to him and told it to his face we got no train game.
"Show me how to play this," he said :Warcraft.
Shit.
"It's for the grown up, dude," I told him, looked at his white cute saddened face "but i want to play this."
I suck up my pride and confessed,"I have no fricking idea how to play it, okay?" He chuckled, super cute. This is the reason I dont want to claim my own kids at the Miss and Found desk.
"Why don't you play what ysour sister playing," his dad replied far away from the stool beside the operator desk, overwhelmingly bored, dived into the news in the paper.
What, DIner Dash? I asked myself, "Hell, no!" the boy replied. Smartass, I said, not at him but at the ceiling, and it was in English so he had no idea.
Dont get me wrong, I dont hate kids, and this particular one was adorable, he was smart and ass and cute.
They stayed for quite a long time and the room filled with Daaaaad, dad, daaaaaad, dad, daaaaad.
And the Dad finally spotted unoccupied station and jumped into it, took the paper with him as his folded fan, and whistled at me?!!
I approached him.
Sweet.
Daddy wanted porn session. Too bad the kids kept on glorifying and calling his magnificent name that grew as a pain to our ears. But porn while babysitting your own kids? Uhm....not cool.
