I went out for a walk this evening, and got a slurpee and some roasted peanuts at Mac's. Walking down the street, set the slurpee down on a newspaper box so I could open the peanuts. Struggle with plastic bag. Along comes middle-aged East Indian fellow. “Can I have a peanut?” I don't give a damn really. “Sure, if I can get the package open.” RIIIIP. Almost spill the peanuts everywhere but manage to catch them. “I love you. I want to marry you.” I ignore this and tend to my peanuts, unsure of what to do, then offer him a couple. “No thanks.” He walks off.
A block away I sit down on the swings at the park. An elderly Chinese lady starts talking to me, presumably in Chinese (though I can't tell for sure, maybe it was Korean or something.) I had no clue what she was saying, but from the gestures I think she was warning me not to fall off the swing. I smile and nod. She horks a loogie.
I love living in the city.
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