I was walking around the Polo outlet the other day, waiting for James’ shift to end. Circling a table of cardigans for the 5th time, a man my age walks up and smiles:
"You got a boyfriend?" he asks.
Erm. Seriously? Right out of the bat, just like that. This is how you want to do this? I was actually tempted to say no, simply to see how the rest of the conversation would have played out. Because if I didn’t have a partner, I would have, of course, been so into him. :Side-Eye:
"Yes," I said nodding towards the register. "He actually works here."
"Oh. Ok. That’s cool, that’s cool. I don’t see a ring on that finger though."
WHAT WHAT? Is this real life?
"It’s actually pretty serious. Thanksthoughbyeee!" With that, I rounded the corner into Women’s, out of eye sight.
Even though I was shocked at his audacity, I figured I should still be polite.
You know what I find really disgusting? Attributing absolutely devastating natural disasters as a warning from (a seemingly vengeful) God. If you were ever interested in one of my qualms about Christianity, this would be one of them.
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