No really, I must be some sort of weirdo-magnet. Don't misunderstand, most of the time it is kind of fun to have people tell you completely inappropriate things, or tell you how to protect yourself from the government trying to read your thoughts.
At The Liquor Store:
Me: Can you tell me where I can find a single bottle of stout?
Young Male Clerk: We have a whole section over here (points to a row of stout bottles).
Me: Wow, I had no idea there were so many kinds, I just need a bottle to bake with. I'm not up on these things.
Young Male Clerk: Oh, that's funny because you like someone who drinks.
At The Grocery Checkout:
(I've actually had similar takes on this one happen before unfortunately)
Fat, middle aged man in grimy clothes in line behind me is watching as I put my purchases on the conveyor belt:
Grimy Man: Wow! You still get your period?
So, how's your day going?
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Is there a word left out?...
'Young Male Clerk: Oh, that's funny because you like someone who drinks.'
Did you mean, "...you LOOK like someone..."
One o' my faves, tho not as blatantly rude as the comments you've received, was on my first day in Eastie. I was in the checkout line @ Shaws (or was it still Libery Market?) and some townie woman behind me called out to me, "You're not from around here ahh(r) you?" There I was with my spiky hair, buying yogurt and carrots.
yep,my typo... though I DO tend to like people who drink.
Yeah, I really miss Eastie. I was telling Danny about the time I went to my car and there was one of the guys from across the street sleeping on top of it and when I woke him, all he said was:
"I was too tired to walk home last night."
And then he walked to the hood of the next car and went back to sleep.
You just don't get stuff like that in rural Nebraska.
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