~Writing a distant never ending story~
Jun. 13th, 2007 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flyboy_foxHmm, 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.
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.
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Date: 2007-06-14 05:03 am (UTC)