Weirdest shit...

Today, while I was waiting for my bus to take to my grandma's place before I met up with the memberss, I was approached by this lady who looks like Mimi from the "Drew Carey Show". Something along this line


I'm not shitting you; she looked really like this!!! Not as fat though.

Back to the story, she came up to me and asked if she could borrow my handphone. Some dying spark of altruism in me refused to lay low and so I said okay. When I took out my phone and was ready to pass to her, she asked me to key in the number. Okay... sure no problem. It's then I noticed she was carrying a phonecard. Maybe, the public phone was spoilt or something.

While I was keying in the number, she displayed signs of impatience at my slowness

"Mimi": Talk to the operator.

Me: Eh? Why can you talk to him or her?

"Mimi": I called just now. They recognise my voice. Ask how much they are paying people for the $80 massage?

Me: What? (I was seriously think what the fuck is going on?!?!) I think you better talk to them. It sounds long.

"Mimi": Ask how much they are paying people to do the $80 massage. Very short and simple.

Me: Er, I think you better talk to them on this yourself. I dun mind lending you the phone but this kinda thing, not my business (insert: If you are thinking of peddling yo' ass, I ain't yo' pimp, bitch). All I seriously think you should call them up yourself and talk to them yourself. Sorry... And I dun wanna miss my bus.

Then I backed off, raising my hands in a sign that this is my limit of how I would and could help.

She glared at me with an iciness that would freeze Hell and stomped away.