Ping pong aside, something I really miss from my old work place in Shanghai, is the foosball table. I loved it so much and played it even more. I even had a foosball table shirt at the office (pretty fockin hot there in Shanghai during the summer) and every chance I could grab you could find me behind that darn, unpredictable table, trying to beat the shit out of the Chinese.
Have to admit, I usually failed. It's not like ping pong where I'm pretty much immediately superior. No this is different. Their quick little hands used to kill me. Sometimes humiliate me. And then there was Rob. My nemesis. Arch enemy. I don't think I ever beat him. A damn good reason to go back.
This is borrowed from
here.
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