I’m not typically a guy who just hates people. But there are 3 types of people I can’t stand: The first is the guy who gets in the way of work; the second is a guy who doesn’t wash his hands in the restroom; the third is a dirty looking guy with a natural perm. You fit all the categories!
Do you want me to tell you the three kinds of people I hate? First! Girls who fool around during preparations for a school festival! Second! Foolish boys who tag along with them, unnecessarily aroused! Third! Teachers who just go along with it, smiling serenely!
I’m sorry that my stupid daughter caused you problems. I’ll just take her home and scold her. [he steps out of the bathroom to see a whole group of evil looking guys] Oi, oi, is everyone happily using the restroom together? There aren’t enough stalls.
When I first heard it, I thought it sounded so lame. But I guess you can’t dismiss what old people say. It wasn’t a burden. It was something important that you held with both hands. But you didn’t realize it was there when you held it. I only realized its true weight after it slipped from my hands. I don’t know how often I thought, ‘I’ll never carry this again.’ But, all of a sudden, I’m feeling that weight again…If I really threw it all away, it’d be easier. But, regardless, I don’t feel like it. It would be too boring to keep walking without them.