She took me to the locker room and gave me a shirt and a hat. The hat wa like a baby hat, man. It did not fit on my mellon. So that was good. The shirt was a medium. A MEDIUM?!?! Lady, if you didn't notice, I have a slight weight problem and OH I HATE. Did I mention that the shirt and hat were both dirty. Those bad boys were freshly worn, kids - and they stank.
She showed me around.. she would point to things and talk at me and I just blankly stared at her because I DON'T SPEAK GERMAN. Then she had some chick show me around... but, you know.. since I DON'T SPEAK GERMAN not a lot happened. I finally found someone who spoke English and I told him that I was leaving and he needed to tell his boss. She couldn't understand why I was leaving. Are you high, lady? I DON'T SPEAK GERMAN! I CANNOT UNDERSTAND A FUCKING WORD YOU ARE SAYING TO ME!!!
OH I HATE EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW!