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8/31/2014 8:51:53 PM
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What. The. Hell. Man.???

I'm waiting in the lobby of my hotel for the shuttle van to take me to the airport. While here a chubby little boy asked for my iPod. I told him no, and he freaked out, started screaming and yelling "give it to me!!!" His mother ran over, and didn't say say sorry, but gave me a dirty look and actually said, "why didn't you just give it to him? This is your fault." I just got up and went outside. He's still freaking out inside, and his mom is talking to the manager, pointing at me. Screw this, I'm about to walk to the airport.
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  • [b] Tyler always conveniently leaves out a couple of important details. Heres how it really went down:[/b] Tyler is waiting in the hotel lobby trying to light an old cigarette butt he found on the ground outside. It's amazing what these people throw away. It truly is the age of consumerism. A child, age about twelve approaches him carefully. [i]"Can I look at your ipod please, sir?"[/i] he says with a polite gesture and a smile. The kid is wearing a tie under his white knit sweater. Shit, he probably even goes to sunday school and praises The Lord. Tyler slowly descends down to the height of the kid, and blows a lung-full of thick billowing smoke in his eyes. "[i]You are not your mothers bible" [/i]he says, as the kid wipes his eyes, now tearing up from the smoke. [i]"You are not your fathers tie" [/i]he continues. The kid starts to cry. [i]"You are not your chocolate chip cookies, you are not your lego-bricks, and you are most certainly not my iPod!"[/i] Tyler continues with a cold tone and a slightly raised voice. [i]"You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake"[/i] He then whispers into the terrified twelve year olds ear, before he grabs a handful of his red hair and slams it into the hotel welcoming counter. Nice custom postcards get tainted with blood and teeth. Tyler then pummels the boy repeatedly in the stomach with a perverse sense of joy, followed by open hand strikes to the jaw and nose. The poor boys face is unrecognizable. Blood and tears flow vigorously around mountainous bruises and cuts. Entrenched in his forehead is a piece of the folder they give out to people on their way in. Tyler throws in a couple more punches, and he doesn't hold back. You cant remove freckles with your fists, but Tyler doesn't seem to care. On his way out he meets the receptionist, on the way back from her break no doubt. [i]"Hey you should really get some security cams in here or something. There where some kids making a mess on your desk."[/i] he casually mentions to her as they pass. These god damn drivers are never on time. Tyler has a plane to catch. And strangers to meet.

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