Usually Friday morning, I need to meet up with an insurance agent who particularly does hospitalization and medical insurance. He's the guy who initially forced me to breakfast together with him at least once a week, same place, same time. For the past 4 years, we've been practicing the same. Except last year, since pandemic we had to follow strict government deployed procedure and also observe travel ban.
We do roast pork every friday, and particularly ordering pork collar. It's a very special request to order the piggy neck as there's so much of fat there, and these fat is not like pork belly kind of fat, these need to chew. As if it's a very tough gummy bear(apologize for spoiling your appetite). Until last this August, everything came to a halt. My agent had unfortunately killed by the pandemic.
Time had passed, the person who's gone is now in a better place. We, still need to eat. My bunch of client whom inherited from the deceased make calls and we make it happen again. Every Friday, same place, same time, we will continue the legacy of roasted pork collar. So crunchy, so chewy, so tasty, so.... high cholesterol. Wait! I thought I'm supposed to go on diet...
That said, having too much fun is a sin. After the breakfast, added with the traffic, stomach is buzzing and ammoshaft is eagerly pushing the limit behind the door. It's gonna blow anytime soon. I rushed back to my office, getting ready for some serious business. Soon as I rumble down the toilet door, to found out the entire toilet looks like a swimming pool. You see, this is a corporate building, and my floor had a renovated toilet, clean tiles and new partition. Even the next door fuckers come to my building, and out of so many floor, they must use our toilet, you know how comfortable our toilet is. The float does not work with the stopper, and therefore the water tank overflow. I took the trouble to verify and assess the damage, and totally forgotten about my own shit.
After several attempt, it is confirmed that the floating device is stuck due to rust. The anchor is broken and there's nothing to stop the water inlet keep pumping. I had to turn off the damn tab, lock the toilet door, stick a bloody piece of paper on the door to stop someone from further abusing the toilet. By the time I settle all these, I don't feel like going to use the next door toilet anymore. I still can't brain how can those people be so selfish? They break the damn thing, and still use it, and leave the running water flood the entire toilet, no one report to the management office, nobody take the initiative to shut the tab and put a sign.
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