I was riding my bike today when a regular customer from my work (Blockbuster) stopped me while he was walking. He's a 30-something gay man that lives with his mother and works at the McDonald's across the street. We've talked a few times, (my favorite conversation being when he rented "27 Dresses" for his mother because she was sick), but nothing too serious. Today though, this is the conversation we had:
Him: Aren't you the guy that works at Blockbuster?
Me: Yeah, sure do.
Him: Oh, you look so different out of your uniform.
Me: I get that a lot, yeah.
*five second pause*
Him: So, are you seeing anybody? Like, do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend or something?
Me: Yeah, I have a girlfriend.
Him: Oh, it must be nice to work at Blockbuster. I'm sure you two watch a lot of movies.
Me: She definitely abuses that power, yeah.
Him: Well, I'll see you around.
Me: Okay, see you.
Part of me wants to think he was just being nice, but another part of me wants to believe that he wants to be my papa bear or something.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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Mr. Walters,
I dearly miss your writing...
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