cockroaches, underpants, and other pics
While I was opening the club last night, I saw a huge, huge, HUGE cockroach. It was so thick and shiny and substantial, and it even had pincers on his butt, so I thought it was a beetle or something. But it was a big godfather cockroach alright.
I actually don't mind the small ones so much. But these big ones just freak me out. The last time I saw a cockroach this size was when my next door neighbor died and his body was left to decompose for almost a week in the middle of a humid August a few years ago.
Anyway, I tried to deal with this godfather cockroach by trapping it under one of those bucket things that hostess clubs use to keep ice in, but I wasn't really getting anywhere. Then all these salarymen come walking in like they owned the place. They were already drunk and kind of rowdy. We weren't opening for another hour, but we never turn away money, even when it's dirty smelly sweating rude and disgusting money. These guys weren't that bad really.
They saw the godfather cockroach. "Look at that!" they all shouted. I screamed and freaked out because the cockroach was going crazy and the customers were all being stupid and chasing it, then one of the guys grabbed it with a wet towel then threw it on the ground and started stomping on it, making a big stain on the new carpet and probably spreading its microscopic eggs all over the place.
Jesus. I don't think I've screamed more in my life.
I was all alone in the club. Nobody from any of the clubs or bars nearby came to help. They probably didn't hear me. I wasn't being attacked, but I was screaming like I was.
So I really don't appreciate the stupid annoying Japanese guy hanging up his underpants on the communal clothing line. I don't want to see that! He seems to think that I want to see his bare upper body and his brief-clad butt too. I think he has a problem with boundaries.
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