I didn’t do so well in geography back in school, but I’m pretty sure Yugoslavia isn’t a country any more. Google agrees with me, which just makes this new, supposedly-Yugoslavian guy all the more irritating. He just came marching into the ice skating rink like he was a three-time gold medal winner and said he was looking for the greatest ice skating instructor in Melbourne. I just work at the desk, so yeah…not something I know. I can tell you where to find the best kids birthday parties in Melbourne, or how to get half price sundaes, but it’s not like we have some kind of special competition where all the instructors get together and dance until there’s only one winner. That’s not really how the game works.
I very politely told him where he could find our instructors, and he just brushed past me and started observing everyone doing the ice skating, making all these irritated noises like no one was good enough for him. I mean…wow. What a jerk. And the worst thing is, once he actually straps on a pair of skates, he’s suddenly the king of the rink. In fact, I’ve never seen anyone as good as him and I’ve worked here for…about three months. Three months and two weeks, almost. Still, that’s plenty of time to watch plenty of people, and we’ve had some Olympic potentials skate here. No one was this good. I don’t know what they teach you in the country that used to be Yugoslavia but isn’t any more, but it must be some fierce technique. This guy moves like he just naturally walks on ice all his life.
I really don’t want to compliment him, because he’s kind of a jerk, but there’s no denying that he’s good. A little bit TOO good. Eh, I should just worry about clearing up the function room. Melbourne probably has plenty of rude-yet-talented people. No use worrying about them all.