MAYBE it helps to appear confident and sure of yourself even if your mind is tangled up in a Cuban whore house sometimes. Or how else are you going to get away from being handcuffed and dragged shamefully into the security room when you've absent-mindedly walked out of a luxury boutique with a RM15,000 (about USD$ 5000) handbag on your arm, unpaid for!
Silly me. It happened a couple of days ago at a Louis Vuitton boutique in town. I was with a friend, looking for a certain handbag (Oh, RC. I don't usually do this : stopping by to check out an obscenely-priced handbag because I still rather go on a whimsical holiday to the land of exotica which for me is Africa :p) Funny thing is when I walked out of the store, the well-dressed security officer, looked at us and the handbag, and let us go with a gay smile.
"Thank you, maam, and have a good evening," he said, holding the door open for us. Now, I hope his mind was also tangled up in a Cuban whore house because otherwise, how do you explain him? Did he really think that I'd just bought a RM15,000 handbag in a span of 15 minutes, too excited with my purchase that I didn't mind having two handbags on one arm ? Silly man.
|I didn't know they had condoms :p|
Two steps out, I'd felt a little heavy on my left arm and then I saw it - the brown, limited edition calf-leather bag staring back at me. Of course, by this time, I was a musical box of WTF (I've searched the internet for a photo of the exact handbag but I can't find it. Sorry about that but the search resulted in these expensive condoms :) If she's worth that much or more, you might as well have her child I say) All I did next was to run back into the store, apologize profusely and return the good. The team, and the assistant who had attended to me earlier, just seemed too shocked to react or say anything at all but really, what could they have said to me. Shit happens.
Now. A Cuban whore house. What is it like there ? I've heard stories.