When I claimed that NYP Mindsport's Chess Club was full of elitist geeks, let me share a dialouge with you.
Shaun: Is there any training today?
SCL Disgrace Upstart (AKA JerkFace): You Mean Chess?
Shaun: (Yes, you idiot, what else?) Yes
JerkFace: (Playing a computer game on his laptop) It will be in the South Canteen.
Shaun: South Canteen?
JerkFace: (Still playing and looking at the screen the whole time) I mean North. There's no room today (*He means there is no proper clubroom space available)
Shaun: Why?
JerkFace: (Still playing) There's no why. There's just no room.
Shaun: (Feel like slamming his laptop down and smashing his head onto it)
There you go.
I did spend a good deal of time talking with two friends of mine (Vyncent and Nat), mostly of any nonsense we could think of at random for no reason. It went down to talking about firearms and what we would do with a bazzoka if we had one shot. One of the topics was short, and was about driving a vehicle.
On account of keeping people from mistaking me as a genocidal madman, since I was only joking during my answers when we talked, it ended up with both of them agreeing that I should never be given hold of a vehicle to drive, or a firearm of any sort at all costs. I'll leave the rest for guessing. :)
I take my leave for now.
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