Pathetic
If all it takes to think that life is good is to catch two cabs in a row that charge by meter… life must be very low-key or just plain un-happening.
Formula One came and went. Felt no urge to witness it, even though had basically enjoyed last year’s edition courtesy of a generous vendor. Few nights before also had made the acquaintance of a German TV crew that was covering the event and were “excited to be in KL.” One of them (the cutest of the lot *sigh* ) even had his balls whacked by a hoe. Then she dragged him off to a corner and continued to molest him. Me and the rest watched as he tried to escape…as stupefied as our alco-soaked brains let us be. They were mostly a decent lot and managed to look embarassed.
Then seedy cab drivers took the restless Germans off to Waikiki after Hoe House closed for the night.
We never saw them since. For the silliest of reasons.
An unexpected trip to the loo the day after, caused us to miss the crew who had loitered outside the bar, took one look at the Chivas booth and then buggered off.
