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Today = WEIRD DAY!
It started with the weird at about 3 o'clock this morning. I woke up suddenly, noticing something odd. That something odd was my earring (a 7/16" glass plug, mind you) in my mouth! How the hell I managed that, I will never know. It was safely in my ear when I went to sleep.
Then, later in the day, a customer asked me to marry him. Why? Because I was able to spell his consonant-soup Macedonian surname.
"Ah! You are Macedonian!"
"No, I'm Australian."
"Your parents? They speak Macedonian?"
"English."
"You have travelled?"
"Only to America."
"You studied Slavic language in University?"
"I never went to University."
"You have Macedonian friends!"
"Um... There is an Albanian fella in the office."
"Oh. You must be very smart and cultured girl. I should try to marry you!"
"Okay! So you're reporting a fault on your fax line, are you?"
At one point during the call, I asked him if he minded holding for a moment, and he responded with "Ketti, I'um dyink to holt for yu!"
Then, after work, came the weird to end all weirds.
A guy hit on me as I was waiting for nolseygnu to get out of work! Nobody has ever hit on me whilst sober*, so it really threw me. I mean... I'm by no means that knowledgeable when it comes to this stuff, but I'm pretty sure that telling someone you would "love to catch up for lunch sometime" because you're "really interested" and "would really like to get to know (them) better" means flirting.
Gosh. What's the world coming to, eh?
*Unless you count the middle-aged lesbian that tried it when I was out with Dom the other week. Although, as we were in a club at the time, I doubt she was completely sober. She was more sober than I was, at least, although that's not saying much.
It started with the weird at about 3 o'clock this morning. I woke up suddenly, noticing something odd. That something odd was my earring (a 7/16" glass plug, mind you) in my mouth! How the hell I managed that, I will never know. It was safely in my ear when I went to sleep.
Then, later in the day, a customer asked me to marry him. Why? Because I was able to spell his consonant-soup Macedonian surname.
"Ah! You are Macedonian!"
"No, I'm Australian."
"Your parents? They speak Macedonian?"
"English."
"You have travelled?"
"Only to America."
"You studied Slavic language in University?"
"I never went to University."
"You have Macedonian friends!"
"Um... There is an Albanian fella in the office."
"Oh. You must be very smart and cultured girl. I should try to marry you!"
"Okay! So you're reporting a fault on your fax line, are you?"
At one point during the call, I asked him if he minded holding for a moment, and he responded with "Ketti, I'um dyink to holt for yu!"
Then, after work, came the weird to end all weirds.
A guy hit on me as I was waiting for nolseygnu to get out of work! Nobody has ever hit on me whilst sober*, so it really threw me. I mean... I'm by no means that knowledgeable when it comes to this stuff, but I'm pretty sure that telling someone you would "love to catch up for lunch sometime" because you're "really interested" and "would really like to get to know (them) better" means flirting.
Gosh. What's the world coming to, eh?
*Unless you count the middle-aged lesbian that tried it when I was out with Dom the other week. Although, as we were in a club at the time, I doubt she was completely sober. She was more sober than I was, at least, although that's not saying much.