My job brings lots of amusing people in and out. You can't ever expect who you're going to meet. It is quite the joyous job. No sarcasm there.
Today I had the pleasure of meeting an old man. I sorta have a thing for old people, they are my favorite.
Before I start the story you'll need a little background on my hometown. I live by Delta in a smaller town called Oak City. As you would guess Delta is surrounded by more smaller towns, so it is just easier to tell people I'm from Delta.
The old man who came to my work asked me if I was from Hinckley, another small town outside Delta. I inform him I'm from Oak City. He then feels that I do NOT look like I am from Oak City. This puzzles me for a minute. How can someone NOT look like they are from a certain town? I do everything by the books which includes wearing a hoodie the usual AE jeans, tennis shoes and hair pulled up.. could I look anymore small town girl?
He then proceeds to say how I'm not a Nielson or Anderson. Which again requires a small town update. Everyone from my town seems to have the same last name, they are all related to each other in one way or another. Its like your whole family living in a small town. I find it to be cute and charming, but it certainly gets its fair share of 'Inbred" jokes. So basically this guy was telling me that I don't look like I'm from Oak City.. cause I don't look like everyone else and am not inbred.
Wow could this guy be any more amusing! The things that come out of old people's mouths! It's impossible not to laugh!
We then manage to get on the topic of school. He asks me what grade I am in for high school. I have to laugh at this because I graduated a long time ago, it is beginning to feel like. Once he understands I am not in high school. He kindly notices my ringless left hand. Proceeding to more of a statement rather than a question, "'You aren't married?"
