As Valentine’s draws near, people are sharing their stories so as to help you and me not fall in similar shitholes.
We’ve all done things we’d rather forget. Some we have told our friends, but others are too embarrassing to tell. This one by Facebook user Javan Narshon, I believe, falls in the latter category.
However, he has gone ahead and shared it with the world.
It’s a good lesson on why it’s wise to do a bit of research, and if that’s not possible, there’s no shame in saying No.
Here’s his post.
Today marks the 6th month since I was robbed of 52,000/= by a lady who didn’t even know how to spell my names. A lunchbreak meeting that I had projected to cost me nothing more than 5,000/= suddenly changed to be a complete ripoff when she ordered 30 Year Old Glenfiddich Single Malt Scotch. But since I didn’t know the price, I just accepted. I was shocked when the bill was brought. My friends, I sweated almost exclusively around my butts. But since I didn’t want to put myself to shame, I paid. The worst thing is that she didn’t even open it. She carried it home intact like a souvenir. She killed the best chance I had of tasting it. Awuoro!!!!
