Crazy Scottish guy calls me a cunt
28.08.2015
Diana seemed to be jetlagged from a recent trip to Europe. She had a weird sleeping pattern and slept most of the day.
I left her to go to my next host. She gave me shoddy directions again and I wanted to kill her again.
My next host, Jenny, met me at the bus stop she said she would be at. We went out for dinner with her English teacher, where I had some of that roast chicken you see hanging up in Chinatown. It was delicious, but later, I was sick from it, I think.
Jack the teacher was nice enough. He took us to a foreigner bar which I noticed was only populated by white men and Asian people. Where were the white women? Probably somewhere less skanky.
Anyway, we played some pool and a Scottish acquaintance of theirs spotted them and joined us for doubles. This was fine and I missed English banter, so it was fun for a bit. Until Jack wanted to play "girls and boys". He also wanted to give the women a two ball advantage. I laughed and exclaimed, incredulously, "Why?! I thought we were playing a fun game."
Mr. Scotland said "Stop being a cunt and just play how he wants."
"Excuse me?"
"Stop being a cunt. You're culturally inept and you've insulted him, now just play."
"Don't call me that. If you think you understand any culture at all, you wouldn't call me that. Goodbye."
And I handed back my pool cue, walked out and waited for Jenny to finish her game.
She found me and we went home, still flabbergasted.
