Occasionally I come across a person just strange enough to make me think someone else would enjoy hearing about them. Today, I encountered just this person; but for the second time.
At my job, I see all sorts of students, and one of my duties when they come in for a meeting is to scan their id cards to make sure that they are in our system. Yeah, we’ve got our collective eye on all of you.
Anyway, so when I do this seemingly simple task, I don’t expect much of a reaction or a thank you. But this guy… I’ve checked him in twice and each time he rattles off some sort of long thank you in French. I’m very taken aback by this, because I don’t understand what the hell he’s saying to me other than “merci beaucoup.” Sorry, Madame Shorter. I imagine him saying something like “thanks a lot, you dumb American pig!” or maybe he’s secretly in love with me and can only confess his true feelings in a language I don’t know…
Maybe I’m the weird one.



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