Guards, Pop-Stars, and Madagascar
0 Comments Published by JM on Saturday, September 22, 2007 at 4:55 PM.
What do you get when you cross Roberto Carlos, a security guard, and a poor man?
Answer: Our security guard!
Every day to and from work we were greeted by the 'stylish' guard. (Many apologies, but I never took a photo of him, I never thought I would need one.)
Always decked out with a suit, an earing, and his impeccable long hair, he was the epitome of style in the middle of ghetto land.
But just a few days ago, as I walked up the street, I noticed something was wrong. I couldn't see the long-haired pop star walking around anywhere. Frantically I looked around for him, and a semi-familiar face peered at me from behind the glass window.
The short haired person squinted at the bright sunlight which was behind me. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly subdued the intruder, and began interrogating him.
"What did you do with our 'Galã' (aka. good looking, stud, popular)?" I yelled while grabbing his shirt collar. "Where is he?!?!"
It was then that I realized that man was one and the same as our (ever so popular) security guard.
Terror gripped me as I dropped the now unconscious security guard. Looking around to make sure no one was looking, I dragged him into the nearest alley.
"Oh what am I going to do?..."
*FLASH*
Nope none of that really happened. (As if you really believed it in the first place)
I just passed by the guard house and smiled and waved.
*voice over from 'Madagascar'* Just smile and wave boys, smile and wave.
Answer: Our security guard!
Every day to and from work we were greeted by the 'stylish' guard. (Many apologies, but I never took a photo of him, I never thought I would need one.)
Always decked out with a suit, an earing, and his impeccable long hair, he was the epitome of style in the middle of ghetto land.
But just a few days ago, as I walked up the street, I noticed something was wrong. I couldn't see the long-haired pop star walking around anywhere. Frantically I looked around for him, and a semi-familiar face peered at me from behind the glass window.
The short haired person squinted at the bright sunlight which was behind me. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly subdued the intruder, and began interrogating him.
"What did you do with our 'Galã' (aka. good looking, stud, popular)?" I yelled while grabbing his shirt collar. "Where is he?!?!"
It was then that I realized that man was one and the same as our (ever so popular) security guard.
Terror gripped me as I dropped the now unconscious security guard. Looking around to make sure no one was looking, I dragged him into the nearest alley.
"Oh what am I going to do?..."
*FLASH*
Nope none of that really happened. (As if you really believed it in the first place)
I just passed by the guard house and smiled and waved.
*voice over from 'Madagascar'* Just smile and wave boys, smile and wave.
Labels: Galã, Madagascar, Penguins, Security Guard
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