History
While working a routine shift last Saturday at El Caballo Blanco (otherwise known as the Dancing Horses, the gig I do for Artistic) I was surprised to find that on one of ym VIP tables was a familiar couple. Two people I'd once worked with in the deli in Castlemaine, back when I was in year 10. I recognised the female half first, let's call her Blondie for the sake of nicknames, and was startled when her male companion (we can call him Bastard, if you like...) said my name.
Wah! I had haaaated him with the burning passion of a thousand fiery suns when we'd worked together. Hated! He had been such a wanker, and all in a pretend-friendly way. Now, I thought I'd give him the benefit of the doubt seeing as it has been five years since high school finished, and I'd heard from a mutual friend that he has apparently turned into a nice guy. So, I said hello, chatted about what we'd been up to since school finished and everything, and I thought to myself, 'Oh, look, he's a decent human being now. What a surprise.'
...and then he turned around and introduced me to the rest of the table (all complete strangers) as 'his servant for the night.'
Oh, that's why I hate him. Because he's a complete arsehole...