My sister and I went out downtown on Friday.
We were about ready to head to the next location and were sitting for a second when a short asian approached Caroline. He started spouting his well rehearsed lines "you girls don't look like you're from here" "you look like the artsy creative type" "tell me something that makes you unique.
I was sitting there thoroughly enjoying the fact that I wasn't involved in the conversation when his sweaty friend sauntered over. Not surprisingly, he had the same script "you girls don't look like you're from here" "tell me something that makes you special"
me: "really? You tell ME something that makes you special"
sweaty rangoon: "well, my personality, my positive attributes"
me: "wouldn't that apply to everyone? that really isn't special"
s.r. : "I know I come across as being a player and smooth, but I'm really emotional"
me: "oh, so you cry a lot? tear up at the movies?"
s.r. : "ugh, no, ha, I don't cry"
me: "you look like a crier"
at this point Caroline and I are both elbowing each other in morse code S.O.S. and since we both suffer from "too nice to hurt feelings" syndrome, it was time to make up a lie.
"Well, we have my friend's birthday party in Silver Lake now so, we're running late"
and we bolted.
We were about ready to head to the next location and were sitting for a second when a short asian approached Caroline. He started spouting his well rehearsed lines "you girls don't look like you're from here" "you look like the artsy creative type" "tell me something that makes you unique.
I was sitting there thoroughly enjoying the fact that I wasn't involved in the conversation when his sweaty friend sauntered over. Not surprisingly, he had the same script "you girls don't look like you're from here" "tell me something that makes you special"
me: "really? You tell ME something that makes you special"
sweaty rangoon: "well, my personality, my positive attributes"
me: "wouldn't that apply to everyone? that really isn't special"
s.r. : "I know I come across as being a player and smooth, but I'm really emotional"
me: "oh, so you cry a lot? tear up at the movies?"
s.r. : "ugh, no, ha, I don't cry"
me: "you look like a crier"
at this point Caroline and I are both elbowing each other in morse code S.O.S. and since we both suffer from "too nice to hurt feelings" syndrome, it was time to make up a lie.
"Well, we have my friend's birthday party in Silver Lake now so, we're running late"
and we bolted.
