it's valentine's day. i spent it working. the only people who would bother to visit my workday are the unloved. all day i had the strangest and most confused people talking to me.
right before lunch i had someone scream "FUCK YOU BASTARD!" at me.
that was the hardest i laughed all day.
and while i was talking to one person, and they were explaining to me they didn't have any money, they immediately turned and started hitting on the translator i was using.
it went something like this.
"what's your name?"
i told him, through the translator.
"no, the translator. what's your name?"
she tells him.
he moans.
she tells me he's speaking gibberish and not making any sense.
then he says, in clear english, "what are you doing, bitch?"
and that was the end of that. she and i laughed about it, but suddenly i realized that the whole 'getting hit on by random people' thing that girls typically get really isn't as funny as i had thought. it's genuinely creepy.
how dare movies skew my perception of reality.
right before lunch i had someone scream "FUCK YOU BASTARD!" at me.
that was the hardest i laughed all day.
and while i was talking to one person, and they were explaining to me they didn't have any money, they immediately turned and started hitting on the translator i was using.
it went something like this.
"what's your name?"
i told him, through the translator.
"no, the translator. what's your name?"
she tells him.
he moans.
she tells me he's speaking gibberish and not making any sense.
then he says, in clear english, "what are you doing, bitch?"
and that was the end of that. she and i laughed about it, but suddenly i realized that the whole 'getting hit on by random people' thing that girls typically get really isn't as funny as i had thought. it's genuinely creepy.
how dare movies skew my perception of reality.
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are you going to coachella, good sir?
you should let us know your plans so we can all hang out and whatnot!!