My scooter broke tonight. It was another super rough night. I was on my way in to work, IN THE POURING RAIN, when my scooter started coughing and finally stopped. I had just put $300 into it after it broke down last week so this was completely unexpected. My friend S was a complete dear and picked me up. I don't even know why I called him, it was just a knee-jerk reaction. After all, when you break down you're supposed to call someone for some reason right? Anyways, I chained up my moped on the sidewalk and didn't even care if it was gone the next day.
We were just headed home when the guy who took me into the karoke room texted and asked if I'd be at work that night. I went on in to work where I met him, a friend, and another business associate from Japan. I sat next to the associate and another girl was called for his friend. I did my darndest, I really did, but I just couldn't get much enthusiasm from my guy. He was nice enough, but seemed shy. He was probably also pretty tired after flying in from Japan that day. After two drinks they left and that was it for me for the night.
Without my bike and with so few drinks I had to catch the bus and leave work early.
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