~Writing a distant never ending story~

[flyboy_fox]

Hmm, I've finally got a (preliminary) job interview, at a health club called Esporta, as a Members Relations Assistant. I have to go in on Friday for a quick chat ^^; Wish me luck! (I do wish to gripe, however, about the fact that the job ad contained both "bag's of energy" and, as a plural, "assistant's". Damn those misplaced apostrophes! They're one of the WORST kinds of grammatical mistakes, and they make pedantic ol' me want to explode).

I was in town yesterday, and as I was waiting for the bus, this old man sat down next to me. Cue the following conversation (he just randomly started talking to me):

Old man: It's not like it used to be, back home.

Me: Oh?

OM: They all carry guns now.

Me: ...oh?

OM: They shoot to kill.

Me: Oh.

OM: The weather's terrible back home.

Me: Oh?

OM: The summers are usually scorching, but this summer we have snow!

Me: Oh.

OM: Snow, in Florida.

Me: Oh, Florida?

OM: I'm from there. Moved to England when I was three months old, so I hold dual citizenship.

Me: Heh, I lived in Florida too, until I was 6 months old.

OM: Oh, which part?

Me: Miami.

OM: I'm from the Keys. It's terribly hot in Florida, isn't it?

Me: I wouldn't remember, I was only a baby.

OM: It's hot, let me tell you.

Me: ... I'm sure.

OM: I served in Vietnam for seven years!

Me: Oh...

OM: Bloodiest war in history. I saw so much death and bloodshed, dying everywhere.

Me: Oh. *Feeling a little uncomfortable*

OM: What's it all for? Nothing!

Me: I guess I should be grateful that I've never had to fight in a war. *Feels stupid*

OM: Seven years! Hn!

Me: ...

OM: So, those Williams sisters! Serena and... what's her name. Can't stand them! *Referring to tennis-stars Venus and Serena Williams*

Me: Oh.

OM: *Narrows eyes* You know what THEY are, don't you?

Me: What...? *Half-expecting some really racist comment*

OM: JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES!

Me: Oh, they are? I didn't know that.

OM: Yep. They believe that if someone's dying, they shouldn't be given a blood transfusion! It's... it's... WRONG! It's TERRIBLE!

Me: ... oh.

*Number 14 bus arrives*

OM: Oh, it's here! *Gets on bus, staring at me the whole time until the bus leaves*

Me: *Extremely glad that I have to get a different bus, though feeling strangely guilty*

And there you have it. I must have said "oh" about 50 times during that 'conversation' ^^; I always feel kind of awkward when random strangers start talking to me... especially when they talk about personal things. I guess I'm just not terribly socially inclined. Oh well.

So, yeah, that's it, really.

Comments

[rblake77.livejournal.com]

I don't know how I would have handled that with the old man. Although, I sometime's find myself in conversation with stranger's, so who know's.

Good luck with the job interwiew.

[flyboy-fox.livejournal.com]

AAARGH! *Head explodes*

... and thanks ^^;