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 Today came to an end my first third type encounter. Not the alien kind, which is the fourth type actually, but the MORON. And let me tell you, it entertained to no end the people who are reading me in french on Facebook. Except that it didn't end well for me.

It all begins when I decided on the last minute that I wanted to take a train to go back to Paris for a fortnight. In France, you can buy very cheap train tickets in advance, but the train compagny doesn't buy them back if not used. So if you don't use them, you just resale them the very price you buy them. I went on one of this resaling sites, with my naïvete slung over my shoulder (french expression, but it really defines me).

Step 1. I send a message to a women who had the perfect ticket and who, at first, disn't answer. I told myself the ticket was sold. I have to add that she had two tickets. But better selling only one that none, right ? I send her another message, more precise : I told her that I wanted only one ticket, were the tickets still available, and would she accept to sell me onmy one. And if it was imposible, would she answer me very quickly so that I could see with another seller in this case. Answer (finally) : 2 tickets still available". Err... and my REAL answer ? She's got eaten by the BIG BAD INTERNET WOLF ?! Are you selling only one, or only both ? That answer only came the NEXT DAY. Tell me about answering quickly. It was something like this : "No. Sry". Ooooh communication is going to be so EASY...

Step 2. I asked another seller. Of course, it was sold. Of course. And of course, it was another MORON who didn't thought it would be clever to take the ad off the site.

Step 3. Back to MoronONE. "Are the tickets group-tickets ? Because, you know, I'm interested, but alone." In case she had an ounce of honesty, she would separate them or explain me why she really couldn't separate them. "Answer :"I propose a meeting then." Okay, right keep ignoring my questions, I don't mind speaking with a wall. Keep ignoring that I didn't really propose buying both tickets, and that you're forcing me. Oh and, wait... you're not really proposeing me a meeting ! You're proposing me to give you a meeting date. I don't know anything about you. How am I suppose to know were it would be easy to meet you and what you work hours are ?!!!!

Step 4. I do all the work, and MoronONE is too happy to let me do it. I explain her where I live, that is 20 km away from the town she lives (she's in the biggest  town of my zipcode, and I'm in small suburban one.), but that I would come near her place to meet her that all time is good for me, I would bent to her work hours. "Answer : "Give me a place I would come."  HOURRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSS !!!!

Step 5. I give her a place, Wathever time is good for me but as I'm not IN the town, I need to know in advance, to have the time to take disposition and come. Like, you know, I may have to find a car, MORON, and I may not have my own car, MORON, and I can have to take a bus, MORON, or use my parents' car, MORON, and need their permission, MORON ! She gave me an hour. 17h. Firm. Good hour.

Step 6. Ten hours later, at 23h, MORON send me a mail : "I meant  15h30." Bitch. You really think I can decide at 23h how I going to comply with your moronic understanding of clockworks ? I waited for the next morning. Which was the day of the meeting. After what she made me wait, she could wait too. Because, you know, all this took 5 DAYS ! She had my phone number, but she never gave me hers ! It was all by email. But in the morning, MORON didn't have her answer, and that was terrible, right ? So she was panicking, right ? And she finally gave me her number. And when I called to confirm ? Answer Machine With Inaudible Music And No Name. I'm feeling the Love. 

Step 7, the last, and most perfect : It's 30°C, I discovered that, since I havent drive for one long year, I'm no more good at driving. So I asked my father to come with me. In case I drive so bad that I need him to take in charge if I'm really too dangerous. Neither my father nor myself are very good with heat. We are kind of irk by it and nervous on the verge of breakdown. But we drive in the heat, in a car without climatisation. I'm feeling the Big Big Love. We arrive at the meeting point, and we're a bit early. But you know what ? She's late. Of course. I called her. And I know instantaneously that she has forgotten me or something like that. Bt she told me she's coming, and I choose to believe her. 15 minutes later, she send me a SMS, not even the decency to call. "I'm sorry. I have something urgent to do. I contact you later. Very sorry"

Birtch bitch bitch. She can excuse herself 2 billions times, it doesn't excuse her whole attitude, it doesn't excuse that she treat me like a shit for five days, and it certainly doesn't excuse that she let us pay the oil to come to a ghost meeting. Have you never heard of crisis, MORON !!

The train is on Saturday. I decide to buy an expensive ticket : I prefer to have a train and lose money, than to lose money, sanity, and train for a ticket that probably doesn't even exist !

Grumpff !

Apr. 23rd, 2007 04:39 pm
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yesterday, I took a train for a one day trip on Paris to vote for the first round of the presidential election. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who thought voting was worth the money spend in train, for more than 85% of the population voted. Never happened before in France. I thought it was a good sign... I shouldn't have been that stupid, really.

According to the results, french wants to have Bush's evil twin brother as a president. *HEADDESK*

NB : Sarkozy is smaller than me, below 1,65m, wich means Bush had to be on his knees for this picture...

Grumpff !

Apr. 23rd, 2007 04:39 pm
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yesterday, I took a train for a one day trip on Paris to vote for the first round of the presidential election. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who thought voting was worth the money spend in train, for more than 85% of the population voted. Never happened before in France. I thought it was a good sign... I shouldn't have been that stupid, really.

According to the results, french wants to have Bush's evil twin brother as a president. *HEADDESK*

NB : Sarkozy is smaller than me, below 1,65m, wich means Bush had to be on his knees for this picture...

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