El Weirdo
[Waiting in Vain @
And my definition of the term, 'weird' is pretty blurred lately, whatnot with me sharing a blog with a rabid panda, or being stalked upon randomly (last time still brought chills). This time, it's a harmless old guy. Here goes; I was sitting on some brick wall leading to some run down (inside is VERY modern) apartment, because of a stomach ache (walking + drinking milk + full stomach = bad idea), when this old crickety spanish guy pain-stalking slowly walked towards the direction I'm sitting. It seemed that he was taking his time walking, as I tried to divert my gaze to anywhere but his, as I have this strange feeling he's looking at me somehow. Then, unexpectly he said 'how are you', to me? I was like, 'huh?' since his accent is very spanishy and bad, mind you. So after repeating a few times, I said simply, 'Good', while imposing a fake (I'm good at those, really) grin. Then he said, 'Good girl, I like', and proceeded to stalk away mumbling some Spanish gibberish.
First expression that came to mind: o_O?
What. The. Hell. Exactly, what the hell? What kind of person approaches a stranger and ended up saying, "Good girl, I like"? It'll be appropriate if I'm a 5 year old sucking some popsicle, but gosh, I barely LOOK 15. Old people these days... *shakes head*
Up until now I still fail to grasp that old man's meaning/intention. The world can be full of mysteries sometimes, and most of them originates from the pieces and bits of conversations you have with people.
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