Journal Entry on September 9th, 2014:
Location: Concierge Counter Basement 2, near the food area.
A caucasian man approached the counter, smiling slightly. I smile back and greeted him warmly
Me: Good afternoon, how are you? *blink blink*
Customer: Hi, im good thanks, just want to inquire, where can i get those jiggle balls…. dong balls..? those two balls you sort of rub them together in one hand ? *demonstrates in one hand rather obscenely* My wife told me i had to get those. (bet she did you dirty.. you..)
*stares expectantly at me*
Erm.. i don’t know about you.. but, i dont know what dong balls are, they sound pretty R rated? So.. i asked my colleagues on the walkie.
Me: *clears throat* “ahem, uhh, anyone knows where to get.. uh.. um, do–st..stress balls?
*2 seconds of silence*
Unidentified Colleague: *inaudible* “porn shop..”
Excuse me? Did i hear correctly? Or is my right ear acting up? We all know i’m partially deaf.
Me: *flabbergasted* Um.. what?
*another 4 ticks of silence as the customer continues staring at me hoping i myself would pop up with two dong balls as requested*
Unidentified Colleague: “.. stress balls?”
Me: yes… stress balls..
Unidentified Colleague: “you can try direct to Osim or World of Sports?”
Both of which i doubt they have the damn balls.. but anything to get rid of this freak. So i sent him off on his merry way.
p/s: an updated make up routine up next! eek! much excite! very adorbs, so benefit!