Chapter 298.
<strong>Chapter 298. My Birthday: Knowledge Test. (3/6)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">When the representative finished up with Alicia’s and Rosa’s vision test, I was next up.
<span style="font-weight:400">She unenthusiastically pointed to the single letter at the top and said, “When I point to a letter, say it out loud.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I said, say it out loud, not to say ‘okay.’ Well, I guess that’s a deduction. Can’t understand simple questions. Duly noted.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I! It’s I!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Tsk, say so sooner.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She pointed at the first letter in the second row.
<span style="font-weight:400">“M.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She moved one over to the right.
<span style="font-weight:400">“A.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Third row, second letter.
<span style="font-weight:400">“B.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Third row, first letter.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Fourth row, fourth letter.
<span style="font-weight:400">“T.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sixth row, fifth letter.
<span style="font-weight:400">“C.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is this how you normally conduct the vision test?” I couldn’t hold myself back from asking.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t believe that was on the page. If you’re seeing that, we might need to have you undergo a medical exam to check for brain damage.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My lips twitched uncontrobly. I’ve never encountered such an unbearable bitch before. “There’s no need for that. I don’t see that on the page.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She suddenly jumped down and pointed at the first letter in the eighth row.
<span style="font-weight:400">“H.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now, what does that spell?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh… let’s see. I-M-A… B-I… T-C-H. I’m a bitch?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, you are.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, isn''t that you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? You’re calling me a bitch? I guess we’ll have to refuse you service for using derogatorynguage against an employee. Pleasee back when you learn to respect women.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I’m done. Can I kill her?
<span style="font-weight:400">Can I seriously kill this bitch?
<span style="font-weight:400">My first time through life, this chick wasn’t like this at all. What was different between then and now? Hmm… well, it had to be that, right? I nced at Alicia and Rosa beside Irene who’d returned to the waiting area. Alicia waved with an innocent smile when she noticed me looking their way.
<span style="font-weight:400">I looked back at the representative and bluntly responded, “Look, just because you’re single and don’t have a boyfriend doesn’t give you the right to be an irreconcble bitch.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Should I call security to escort you out for verbally abusing me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">This was the worst. What was I supposed to even do here? Difficult, irrational women like her were the worst to deal with. She was the one in the position of power here. I could ask to speak to her manager, but I hated doing that sort of thing. She’d just go and make up some lies to the manager to get them on her side before I got to tell my side of the story.
<span style="font-weight:400">Since I was a guy, I’d be automatically viewed as the party at fault. It’s always the guy’s fault. Girls could go and make themselves look cute or pretty and everything would be fine for them. Society was too damn unfair.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Look, can I please just finish this vision test and get my license?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Read all the letters on the eighth line out loud.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“B-E-F-P-O-T-E-C.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wrong.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? How are they wrong? That’s exactly what’s there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. The letters are B-E-F-P-O-T-E-C.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… that’s exactly what I said.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, it’s not. You said, E-C-F-D-O-E-P-G.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’t say that at all. Maybe you need to get your hearing tested.”
<span style="font-weight:400">There’s no winning here. I lose no matter what. It was a mistake toe to this shitty ce. I should have known better.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’ll need to get prescription sses and try the vision test again before we can issue you your license.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can I try again right now with my friends here?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can I speak to you manager?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“There isn’t one around right now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How do you know there isn’t one around when you haven’t checked?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Because there isn’t one scheduled for today at this time. They’re off.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then I’ll settle for any representative other than you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heh, sure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">What is wrong with her!
<span style="font-weight:400">I’ve never been so frustrated in my life. What’s with this unjust treatment?
<span style="font-weight:400">When the representative stepped away, she walked over to another representative assisting someone else.
<span style="font-weight:400">He immediately frowned and looked over at me as the woman exined the situation to him. Exined, more like, lied through her teeth. The man’s expression soured as she exined. It didn’t look good for me at all. I’d run into a true bitch to the core.
<span style="font-weight:400">God, I hate this ce. No, I just genuinely hate society.
<span style="font-weight:400">I turned to my group in the waiting area helplessly. When they finally realized something was up, they stood up and approached the counter.
<span style="font-weight:400">Irene immediately asked, “What’s wrong? Of all things to fail, you’re not going to tell me you failed the vision test, are you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’d like to redo it, but I’m not being given the chance to. I’d also like for you three to be here when I do it and for one of you to secretly record it if I get the chance to redo it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">That was just about the only way I stood a chance. By threatening legal action with evidence.
<span style="font-weight:400">Rosa made an okay gesture with her hand and hid behind Alicia, hugging her from behind with her phone out in one hand. Her phone screen was pressed up t against Alicia while recording. It looked natural and you couldn’t tell she was recording anything.
<span style="font-weight:400">When the male representative finished up with the person he was handling, he headed over to us with the woman at her side.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sir, how may I help you today?” His words sounded polite, but his tone was unfriendly.
<span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t speak up, instead, Irene did.
<span style="font-weight:400">“My son would like to redo the vision test, but he’s not being allowed to. Is there any way you could make an exception? It’s his birthday today.” Irene tantly lied about our rtionship without batting an eye.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m very sorry, Ma’am, based on what my colleague has told me, there’s no doubt about his failure in the vision test. He will require prescription sses before we can let him try again and issue his license.” When he spoke to Irene, his tone was much more amicablepared to the biased unfriendly way he addressed me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“In that case, can you just let him try one more time without the need to issue his license even if he does somehow pass? We will ept the result of prescription sses, I just want to confirm how bad my precious son’s vision is for myself. Can’t you do me this one favor? Pret-ty please~” Irene leaned in over the counter and entuated her cleavage while asking flirtatiously.
<span style="font-weight:400">The man’s eyes lowered a bit as he snuck a peek, “Hmm… well, I suppose if you just wanted to see for yourself… it would be fine.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The woman who realized what Irene was doing quickly interjected, “What! Hey, we can’t do that! We have other people to help. We’re busy. Plus, it would be pointless since I already told him what the letters were after he failed. Redoing it would bepletely meaningless.” The woman chimed in.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just use a different eye chart.” The man gave an immediate reply.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? No way, this kid used vulgarnguage with me and was belligerent. He should take some time to cool his head off ande back when he’s ready to be civil about things.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ran, did you say anything vulgar?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, I didn’t.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What! You said that I’m a bitch!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I never said that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you calling me a liar!”
<span style="font-weight:400">I put on an innocent look and said, “No. All I said was that you have very pretty eyes.” Your eyes are the ugliest I’ve ever seen, bitch. If you can lie, I can lie too.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You never said that!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But I did. Do you have any proof that I didn’t say that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then you sexually harassed me!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Telling someone they have pretty eyes is sexual harassment?” I asked quizzically.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, you touched me inappropriately.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… where and when did I touch you exactly?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My leg. You touched my leg.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No buts, you creep! Don’t try to make excuses!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uhm, excuse me, you’re saying my son touched your leg and sexually harassed you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, I can press charges.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“When did he touch your leg exactly?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“By the station earlier.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Alicia suddenly spoke up to defend me, “I was beside Ran when he got to the station the entire time and I didn’t see anything of the sort happen.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You-”
<span style="font-weight:400">Irene cut her off before she could dismiss Alicia’s im, “Yes, and there’s also a camera pointed at the stations at all times to watch for any cheating, isn’t there? If we review the footage from that-”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh! Uh… no. I meant to say…” Her eyes darted about the room in a panic until theynded on the camera watching the counter behind us. She continued, “Uh… it was… right here. Yeah, I meant he touched me when we were here at the counter.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh my~ That’s quite something~ The only camera pointed at the counter is the one behind us in the waiting area~ If my son touched you, it might not catch the act at that angle. But… you know~ isn’t there something like really strange~”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s strange?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well~ how exactly did my son touch your leg from this side of the counter without anyone noticing? I mean, if it was your arm or chest, it might be possible and make sense… but, your leg? Isn’t that like really strange~? It’s too far away and he can’t reach your leg at this distance. Could it be~ could it be~ that~ you~ are~ ly~ing~?”
<span style="font-weight:400">The way Irene spoke sounded quite yful, but her words were filled with endless threats. The smile on her face was by no means a friendly one.
<span style="font-weight:400">Irene’s the best. The number one wife you could always rely on. I couldn''t help but think that.