"Jack, it is the same kind of gum." I told him firmly
"Whatever..." he said looking at me somewhat doubtfully and frustrated at the same time
I held the 24 pack up the 12 pack, "See they both say Extra, sugar-free, bubble gum. They are the same. Same brand, same flavor, smaller size." It was obvious that I was starting to get frustrated.
I watched as they walked slowly to the movie theatre entrance. I can only stay frustrated for so long, until my heart melt again. I love those two people and it has been an honor being able to help care for two holocaust victims.
20 minutes later:
"I'll take a large cup of coffee."
"Make sure you look at the back of the receipt, if you take the survey, it really helps us out!" said the guy who took my order, "This gentlemen behind us does it all the time..." He continued, nodding his head at the guy standing behind me.
"Anything to better society," he replied, in a really peculiar accent.
A little deep for a Corner Bakery customer service survey, I thought as I just smiled and threw my receipt in the mini-trash receptacle.
Me, my best friend, and her husband continued on with our nice little dinner after church. No biggie, until there was a water spill. I walked to get a napkin.
"Is that a Betsy Johnson that your wearing?" I heard from behind me-same strange accent."
"Actually I got it at Dillards," I told him
"Well, you wear it very nicely," He said and smiled, accent still strange.
When I got back to the table and remedied the spill, we continued with dinner.
"Can I ask you to help me?" I heard from behind me, I had now become faintly accustomed to this strange accent-it was like a cross between french, spanish, and middle eastern.
"Sure..."
"I need help with this." He demonstrated to me, what he needed help with. I saw on the screen his resume. I kind of picked up his story from it. His name was Mohammed and he just moved to Dallas from Morrocco three months ago. His resume, I'm assuming he had help making on another computer, was a Read-Only file and he wanted it transferred to be able to save to a different folder. Easily and quickly done.
"You have been with me for five seconds and already I am in love." He said. I just kind of looked at him and smiled. Not a chance in hell bud, I was thinking as he took my hand.
Yet another 60 minutes later:
blah, blah, blah, blah is all I can understand I thought, smiling at the adorable rotund lady standing in front of me.
I told her daughter that my sister spoke fluent Russian and when her daughter was there to translate I learned the the little babushka thought I was a sweet girl. She pointed at my face and kept saying, "Ukraine, Ukraine."
2 hours later after all of the above
I like red wine and I like Hugh Grant
Summary of all of the above: please explain how I can chauffeur two jews to a movie, meet two russians, and get hit on by a Moroccan all in a 4 hour period of time.
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