my new friends
I am surprised my modem is working at all as I just knocked it to the floor. It was a non-tourettes acident type moment, honest.
Friday, and I don't appear to be going out and drinking, which is a little depressing. I feel like I deserve it, but my friday night Karaoke buddy is supervising her son and his older more mature girl-friend's sleep over.
Been another hell-ish week punctuated by smiling strangers. The two little Brazilians have decided that I must be their smiling buddy. This is the category of friend that you smile and nod to even though you have never spoken to them. (I know they are Brazilian because I have heard them speaking to each other.) Auckland is fast becoming an outer suburb of Rio or Belle Horizonte or Sao Paolo ... well some city in Brazil. All the cafes are stocked with Brazilians making coffee from the Brazilian coffee beans. There are only a few here, Brazilians, that is, and we seem to specialise in the smaller ones.
Often on my way to work I pass man waiting at his gate, a tall burly sort of guy and I assumed he was a builder waiting for his work ride. We were nto smile buddies. But the other day at the supermarket a tall burly, builder looking guy was smiling at me like he knew me. Being tall-ish and not burly I was a little scared and wandered along until it structk me it was that tall burly builder looking guy. So I decided that if I saw him down the aisle somewhere I would smile at him, signalling my penny dropping. I didn't see him, until I got to the counter to pay. He was one counter over, and was smiling hard at every one. Then he saw me and super high beamed me again like might want to marry me. So much so I got a little scared again, and I ended up probably giving him some kind of cry-smile. Then an older gent, took him by the shoulder and led him away, but he got to push the cart with three cases of beer and it dawned on me that he had some kind of disability ... um that doesn't read right, but there were clues, okay!
The next day, he was outside his house again, doing his burly builder act, and he decides to go from smile buddy to chat buddy. We talked about me having to go to work. And him waiting for the car ... I am looking forward to chatting with my burly new chat buddy real soon.
Friday, and I don't appear to be going out and drinking, which is a little depressing. I feel like I deserve it, but my friday night Karaoke buddy is supervising her son and his older more mature girl-friend's sleep over.
Been another hell-ish week punctuated by smiling strangers. The two little Brazilians have decided that I must be their smiling buddy. This is the category of friend that you smile and nod to even though you have never spoken to them. (I know they are Brazilian because I have heard them speaking to each other.) Auckland is fast becoming an outer suburb of Rio or Belle Horizonte or Sao Paolo ... well some city in Brazil. All the cafes are stocked with Brazilians making coffee from the Brazilian coffee beans. There are only a few here, Brazilians, that is, and we seem to specialise in the smaller ones.
Often on my way to work I pass man waiting at his gate, a tall burly sort of guy and I assumed he was a builder waiting for his work ride. We were nto smile buddies. But the other day at the supermarket a tall burly, builder looking guy was smiling at me like he knew me. Being tall-ish and not burly I was a little scared and wandered along until it structk me it was that tall burly builder looking guy. So I decided that if I saw him down the aisle somewhere I would smile at him, signalling my penny dropping. I didn't see him, until I got to the counter to pay. He was one counter over, and was smiling hard at every one. Then he saw me and super high beamed me again like might want to marry me. So much so I got a little scared again, and I ended up probably giving him some kind of cry-smile. Then an older gent, took him by the shoulder and led him away, but he got to push the cart with three cases of beer and it dawned on me that he had some kind of disability ... um that doesn't read right, but there were clues, okay!
The next day, he was outside his house again, doing his burly builder act, and he decides to go from smile buddy to chat buddy. We talked about me having to go to work. And him waiting for the car ... I am looking forward to chatting with my burly new chat buddy real soon.
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