I wonder about men sometimes. Not like "I wonder what he does for a living," or if my shaggy-haired neighbor watches too much porn (he does)...but really wonder about them. Like if they've got a screw or two loose. Or if they even had any screws to begin with. Ones that leave you thinking "is this guy for REAL?" You've had encounters like these if you've walked away from the interaction...
a) completely and utterly speechless
b) wondering if the entire species is tainted, or just this one
c) with any reaction similar to "bwa...???"
The most recent occurance of this type took place in the elevator of my apartment buildling. [arms full of groceries, just back from the gym. elevator stops on the 2nd floor, young man with grossly-oversized fake diamond studs in both ears and a tshirt that could easily fit three of me, or one morbidly obese person, steps in]
Homeboy: hey, how's it goin
me: um, all right. been a long day
Homeboy: hey man, I hear you. first day on the job
me: oh? [raises eyebrow]
Homeboy: GIRLS GONE WILD!!!!!!!!!
me: [blank stare] ...
Homeboy: i'm selling them! want a copy?
me: [continued blank stare] um...no
Homeboy: cool, cool. well take 'er easy [exits elevator]
me: ...
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Wow...that's just...unfortunate. Be weary of that boy, be weary...
BWA???????
And who's proud to be working for "Girls Gone Wild"? That's like being proud of kicking puppies or killing kittens. It's just not right.
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