Ever since the whole "irresponsible" debacle went down when the Russian terror learned I wasn't about to cowed into admitting I was wrong when he was clearly on the losing side, Ayatollah has been a complete ass. To me, just the sight of him is like nails on a chalkboard for the eyes. I cringe. So, since the big confrontation, I stay out of his way.
Then comes tonight. I'm earning back the money my parents spent on my gymnastics education by giving private lessons ($50 for one hour, thank you), when the tyrant causes a big ruckus with the parent. Apparently, he wanted to do this particular little girl's private lesson, so they shouldn't have to run to me. Because he pitches such a fit (a womanly fit too, but to call him a woman is just an insult to all females except maybe Britney Spears) the women decides to do thirty minutes with me (Still I'm making $30 for those 30 minutes) so the big crybaby tyrant can do his own thirty minutes with the child (much to her dismay because he's a jerk and the child doesn't like him).
Sorry, I just needed to rant. And yes I know it is $20, but on Friday at Hacienda, that could've bought me two liters of much needed Margarita.
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