This is the last soda can I have in my storage. My wallet has been empty for months, if not, weeks. I'm starving, tired, stressed, and on the edge of losing my own home.
Yesterday wasn't a good day for me either. As tired as I already was, I was doing business with another person. The person was a bright young man, full of mischief and mysteries. He often try to get friendly with his customers by telling them jokes or finding subjects that they can relate to. I wasn't in the mood for any of it. It was enough to get me in my alerted state for doing business with him alone in a room where no one else knows or has the key to. It was at times like this, I wish I had my precious rifle with me. He talked in sweet words and smooth sentences. Hoping that it would throw me off guard to whatever I am suppose to be paying attention about.
And then, right in front of my eyes, he tried to steal money from me by telling me the deal is done, and the case is closed. I stared at him with a death glare. Mouth slightly opened, as if I wanted to say something. I know he's a liar. And is trying to steal 800 NT dollars right in front of me. He quickly noticed that I'm not the type of person who can joke around. With a awkward tone of voice, he said to me that he wasn't trying to do any harm, he just wants his tip for his services.
My glare didn't soften. Not until he handed what I deserved. My 800 NTD, now safe in my wallet. Leaving not even a smile behind, I head for the door.
"Pleasure doing business with you." He said.
"No, it wasn't." I thought to myself as I closed the door and head home.
I really wished that I had my rifle with me.