I felt the balcony door being opened at 2am and sprung from my bed to see my roommate standing there.
“What the heck boss?”
“Pest,” he replied angrily.
Here’s someone calling me pest at that unseemly hour. I could not digest it, though I know I am one. Before I could react, he rushed in, put on the light and turned his bed. I saw 1,032 bed bugs crawling all around.
The first thing in the morning I summoned the pest-control guys.
“You did pest-control recently, what’s happening?” I screamed.
At 10 our guys will be there, assured an Arabic-English tone.
And two stout guys of Arabic-speaking African origin arrived.
While one guy set out on his task meticulously by spraying pesticide, the other guy straight went towards the TV cabinet and spread out all the DVDs.
What audacity! And that bum kept asking 10 times, “You have a CD for me?”
I quietly gave him a useless CD of my roommate (Hey, you guys don’t tell him hehe).
That bum wasn’t satisfied.
“No, no. I want ‘that’ CD.”
Vallah. I am a tubelight. I showed him a huge photo of my family in my hall.
“We family people,” I told in broken English. He dint look convinced. I had to literally throw him out. I did not give any tips either.
That bugger bugged me boss. Original pests are better.