Justice Served

Remember the little bitch from my recent post? The one who had an encounter with Mighty Bond? Well, I went to the gym around 7pm and checked out the scene. The minute I saw that the keys were not there. I immediately confirmed that they had to force open the locker.

I approached it and tried opening it gently with my finger.

AHA!

They really have to force open the locker.

How? I don't know.

But one thing is for sure. If it's in working condition, you can never take out the keys without inserting your member's card at the back of the locker door. There is this card slot that releases the key and for you to retrieve your card, the key needs to be inserted back in the key hole.

Oh well, poor little bitch may had a heart attack trying to figure out what the hell happened while he was out there on the gym floor doing a lambada.

LESSON to be learned: NEVER mess with the EVIL BITCH. ad infinitum

Little bitch

Sometimes I ask myself, do I really need to go out of the house and be exposed to insensitive worthless bastards that litter around the metro? However, I always end up braving it out there and take it like a grain of salt BUT with some "peppery" adjustment.

HAR HAR HAR

You know how the evil bitch in me can't be contained when sombody gives me an attitude.

Monday, 12:50PM, Fitness First Gym.
I just got out of the shower and heading towards my locker to change and stuff my wet clothes inside my cute tote. (Yes, people are so jealous of it and they drool while gawking. For this, all I can say is, TSURA!)

The person occupying the upper locker was so inconveniently busy prepping for his gym prancing extravaganza and was taking forever to finish marinating himself with whatever stinky cologne and strapping cheap vinyl contraption on his body. I finally got his brief attention and motioned to him that I will be needing access to my locker.

The little bitch just ignored me! The nerve of that tramp.

So I counted, 1.2.3.4.5.

Okay, I waited for about 2 more minutes for him to clear out the scene, standing a few meters behind him while I recite, a prayer to God, asking him for strength that I don't put this bitch inside the locker.

tick tock tick tock

Little bitch finally moved away but gave me a dagger look as he walked away.

I was dumbfounded. Sharp words that should be lashing out of my mouth, couldn't escape. It was trapped inside and no where to go but to swallow it down my throat.
The next thing I knew, he was gone. Scene totally cleared of his ghastly sight and intoxicatingly awful smell.

I counted again, 1.2.3.4.5.

Got dressed quietly and pulled out one of my little "best friend"

MIGHTY BOND




I squirted almost half of its content into the keyhole and left the scene like Vadge(Madonna) in her music video "Justify my Love"

I am pretty sure little bitch will have a wonderful surprise when he gets back to his locker. Who knows, it might cost him a pretty penny (P500) to open that damn little locker.

Now, thats what I call administered ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT.