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My level of motivation for that final paper has hit a new low. I decided that it'd be way better to tear my entire room apart in order to throw a bunch of crap away than to do necessary schoolwork. I managed to make two bags of garbage and two bags of clothes to take to the Salvation Army. Of course, my room doesn't look any better and in many ways it's much worse than this morning. But I got a story out of it.
Scene- back of the Salvation Army on Stimson. I pull up in my car. I bring the car to a stop and start to get out.
Man: You're a doll.
Me: Hi, is this the place to donate clothes.
Man: Yeah, you're the most beautiful woman that I've seen all day.
Me: I have two bags of clothes...umm thanks.
**I walk to my trunk and he follows.
Man: Beautiful eyes and feet.
Me: Umm, thanks.
Man: And a beautiful smile. Are you married?
Me: Nooooo.
Man: Engaged?
Me: Noooo but I'm involved. (((yes! I managed to lie, which I'm usually very terrible at)))
Man: Well he must be crazy not to put a ring on your finger.
Me: Yeah, I guess. ((((imaginary boyfriend IS crazy to have not proposed yet))))
Man: Well you're a doll. Do you need a receipt?
Me: No it's cool. I'm just a student I don't have much in taxes anyhow. ((((did not want to talk any longer than necessary))))
Man: UM? What's your major?
Me: Education. ((((I need some defenses. While I was able to lie the first time I couldn't get out of this)))
Man: What grade?
Me: Secondary.
Man: My son's about to start high school. (((does this make him more or less creepy?))))
Me: Well thank you sir. (((finally I have successfully disengaged)))
Man: You're a doll.
So I've learned a lesson. No normal man will ever tell you that you're beautiful when you randomly meet them. Only scary ones. Like the guy so many months ago that said my scarf was sexy. Not normal.
Scene- back of the Salvation Army on Stimson. I pull up in my car. I bring the car to a stop and start to get out.
Man: You're a doll.
Me: Hi, is this the place to donate clothes.
Man: Yeah, you're the most beautiful woman that I've seen all day.
Me: I have two bags of clothes...umm thanks.
**I walk to my trunk and he follows.
Man: Beautiful eyes and feet.
Me: Umm, thanks.
Man: And a beautiful smile. Are you married?
Me: Nooooo.
Man: Engaged?
Me: Noooo but I'm involved. (((yes! I managed to lie, which I'm usually very terrible at)))
Man: Well he must be crazy not to put a ring on your finger.
Me: Yeah, I guess. ((((imaginary boyfriend IS crazy to have not proposed yet))))
Man: Well you're a doll. Do you need a receipt?
Me: No it's cool. I'm just a student I don't have much in taxes anyhow. ((((did not want to talk any longer than necessary))))
Man: UM? What's your major?
Me: Education. ((((I need some defenses. While I was able to lie the first time I couldn't get out of this)))
Man: What grade?
Me: Secondary.
Man: My son's about to start high school. (((does this make him more or less creepy?))))
Me: Well thank you sir. (((finally I have successfully disengaged)))
Man: You're a doll.
So I've learned a lesson. No normal man will ever tell you that you're beautiful when you randomly meet them. Only scary ones. Like the guy so many months ago that said my scarf was sexy. Not normal.