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Mar. 1st, 2006 04:35 pmPretty boring day, all in all.
Except for a slight disagreement with between the Father, the Mother and the Son.
The Aunt and the Daughter remained out of it, thankfully.
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Yesterday was actually a lot more interesting, it was so freakin' cold I could hardly walk down the street to the coffee shop at the end of the long street, so I just crossed the road to the commuters coffee shop there.
It was nice and warm and the girl operating the place actually helped me in with the pram, she was very sweet and of course oooohed and aaaahed over Libby who was fast asleep.
She does sleep very well, not to mention the whole extreme cold knocks her out.
So while I'm in the coffee shop (drinking my caramel latte and knitting), this guy comes in and I see the operating girl roll her eyes and even say a small silent prayer.
The man was wacko - in a loud harmless sort of way - he noticed me and started a conversation, I basically nodded and hummed and the girl kept looking at me and nodding as if to say you're doing okay.
The guy was basically there to get lunch for his pregnant wife (which he saw fit to show me on his phone-cam), I must infinite patience because it was only after he quizzed me about Libby; I made it clear I was not her mother (why would I be her mother, okay so it makes sense; what with the young woman pushing a pram and all, but it made me very uncomfortable, I'm pretty sure I'll be child-free) and told him I was just babysitting for my sister, he started asking me when I'll get a boyfriend.
Told him I'd had and was not interested at the moment in finding one.
Then came the whole talk about how there should be peace in Israel (how he deciphered from my accent that I was Israeli I'll never know) and how he prays for peace every day and how I should find a man to be happy with, because you know it's unnatural for two men to be together, just a man and a woman.
Yeah.
I promptly lost patience and tried to ignore him as best as possible, luckily his food was ready and he left. I turned to the girl and asked:
"He he always like this?"
"Oh no, that was mild"
*face-palm*
"Does he come here everyday?!" I wanted to come back here, since it was so close and the coffee didn't suck.
"He used to," she looked up "But then god smiled and he moved".
Funny lady.
Creepy man.
Except for a slight disagreement with between the Father, the Mother and the Son.
The Aunt and the Daughter remained out of it, thankfully.
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Yesterday was actually a lot more interesting, it was so freakin' cold I could hardly walk down the street to the coffee shop at the end of the long street, so I just crossed the road to the commuters coffee shop there.
It was nice and warm and the girl operating the place actually helped me in with the pram, she was very sweet and of course oooohed and aaaahed over Libby who was fast asleep.
She does sleep very well, not to mention the whole extreme cold knocks her out.
So while I'm in the coffee shop (drinking my caramel latte and knitting), this guy comes in and I see the operating girl roll her eyes and even say a small silent prayer.
The man was wacko - in a loud harmless sort of way - he noticed me and started a conversation, I basically nodded and hummed and the girl kept looking at me and nodding as if to say you're doing okay.
The guy was basically there to get lunch for his pregnant wife (which he saw fit to show me on his phone-cam), I must infinite patience because it was only after he quizzed me about Libby; I made it clear I was not her mother (why would I be her mother, okay so it makes sense; what with the young woman pushing a pram and all, but it made me very uncomfortable, I'm pretty sure I'll be child-free) and told him I was just babysitting for my sister, he started asking me when I'll get a boyfriend.
Told him I'd had and was not interested at the moment in finding one.
Then came the whole talk about how there should be peace in Israel (how he deciphered from my accent that I was Israeli I'll never know) and how he prays for peace every day and how I should find a man to be happy with, because you know it's unnatural for two men to be together, just a man and a woman.
Yeah.
I promptly lost patience and tried to ignore him as best as possible, luckily his food was ready and he left. I turned to the girl and asked:
"He he always like this?"
"Oh no, that was mild"
*face-palm*
"Does he come here everyday?!" I wanted to come back here, since it was so close and the coffee didn't suck.
"He used to," she looked up "But then god smiled and he moved".
Funny lady.
Creepy man.
