Day four hundred
forty-four
January 21, 2014: My one day
of freedom this week. I got a head start on my school. Technically classes
don’t start until tomorrow but I already have the text books so I just read the
first couple chapters of each one.
Day four hundred
forty-five
January 22, 2014: So this
dude, dressed all kind of dirty, old worn out jeans and a spotted tea shirt,
walks in today. He seems a little…absent minded. Asking a new question before I
finished answering the first, wandering off somewhere else after I showed him
what he wanted. He was also bald with pockmarks, but that has nothing to do
with his sort of strangeness. While he was shopping he walked up to a Mexican
talking on a Bluetooth. “Do you speak English?” the bald man asked. “A little
bit,” the Mexican replied, sounding a little like “I can’t believe I have to
deal with this guy.” The bald man inched a little closer until his nose was
only a few inches from the Mexican’s, “Does she speak English?” the balk man
asked, this time pointing to the Mexican’s daughter, who was running around. “A
little bit,” the Mexican replied, smiling nervously. “I said does she speak
English!” the bald man asked, raising his voice and glaring. The Mexican
paused, and choked out, “A little bit.” The next few moments were very tense as
the bald man continued to glare and the Mexican smiled nervously, waiting to be
yelled at. I stood behind a rack of cloths watching all of this, planning on
breaking it up if it went too far. “That’s smart!” the bald man declared.
“That’s right smart it is.” And then he wandered off. I swear, the Mexican
about peed himself with relief. To top things off, the bald man then bought the
worst corduroys ever just because they were on a really good sale, complaining
all the while how a regular man like himself could no longer afford Levi jeans.
When he took out is money, he had a huge stack of cash, which included at least
a few hundred dollar bills. After he had purchased the corduroys, he drove off
in a smart looking yellow convertible.
1 comment:
Oh gezzzz!! What WOULD you have done if things went south?!? Would work expect you to step in? Of would you call for help *male* help?!?! Sheesh I think I would have peed myself!!! Well I'm glad everything ended up ok.
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