El Weirdo part 2
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I wonder if somehow I managed to have a big fat label, "Target for weirdos!" stamped on my forehead that's only visible to weirdos. Highly possible. This time it's not merely an old guy with an incomprehensible foreign accent, but a foot fetishist, weird old guy with an incomprehensible foreign accent that might as well be a mental patient. No, I'm not exaggerating. Mjm and I were walking down the road to god knows where we were walking, and this old man suddenly snuck up between us and said to me, "You have big feet, do you boyfriend cuddle them?" Or something similar to that effect. I can see her kinda snickering behind me, and I'm sure my face either contorted into a, "WTF!?", "Did he just knock his head?", or, "Damn you calling my feet big!" expression. But I guess I was too shocked to even bother playing face-contortion. I proceeded to say politely, that no, I don't have any boyfriend, and he said something back about scrubbing my feet hard, and using one to place on my imaginary boyfriend's knee, and another on his other something, I didn't understand most of his sayings due to his weird accent.
After finishing with me, he decided to make Mjm the target, still on about her feet, and STILL mentioning my feet doing obscene things with my imaginary boyfriend. After budgering us for some more, with me listening politely with my nice, fake smile, he left us alone.
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My theory on that particular old man:
1. He's a perverted foot fetishist
2. He's old, thus senile
3. He escaped from a mental asylum
I vote for 3.
And I was still wondering why he decided to pick on me in particular when mjm's shoes size is only 2 sizes smaller. I guess I really carry that stamp around.
Coming tomorrow: (Or in 12 hours)
Humping poles, kissing statues, a couple I want to bash so badly, disturbing images involving a guy, goats, dogs, and cows.
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