The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

Hamish was another Scot with typically fire red hair, while Mandy and Astrid
where both from Sweden. I know what you are thinking and no they weren’t
leggy blondes. Mandy looked like she survived on baby seal blubber and Astrid
wasn’t ugly but she wasn’t attractive either. She was forgettable.
The time passed quickly as I yakked it up with Hamish and Danny. Zonda who
had adopted her ‘African’ name was happy talking to the very forceful Mandy
while Astrid just sat quietly, like I said, she was very forgettable. Mainly
because she just blended into the background. Kins waltzed over to our table
and looked weary.
"Shoot me now." He uttered as he closed his eyes and collapsed onto the table
resting his head on his arms.
"Let’s make a move then." I said. "Danny, do you wanna come?"
Only Danny and Hamish interested me as possible friends but Mandy and
Astrid got up to leave as well. They were not only dead weight, and a lot of it,
but annoying dead weight.
Fighting our way out was nearly as hard as surviving the earlier part of the night
and as we made our way through the throng we were accosted by two Spanish
property salesmen. They thrust cards in our faces but as we smiled and tried to
move past they almost straddled us. I took the card and read it, Miguel Puyol,
head of La Cactus apartment complex.
“Hola Miguel. Bueno mucho.” It sounded Spanish.