An entertaining encounter
So there I was, browsing the soup aisle at the local-to-the-office 7-11 in the hopes of finding something edible. As I straighten up from peering at the instant ramen on the bottom shelf, a man just down the aisle catches my eye.
“Hey, is that your car out front?”
I grace him with my very best impression of a deer in headlights – a standard response, as my mental transmission gears slip and whirr while struggling to process the fact of social interaction.
“It’s a really pretty car,” he continues, seemingly oblivious to my incomprehension and quite complimentary.
Finally, I managed to switch from what is this strange creature to a normal comprehension of spoken English and realized he was asking if I was the owner of a car parked outside the store.
I gave him a friendly smile and shook my head. “No, it’s not my car.”
The man looked surprised and a bit bewildered. “It’s not?”
“No, it’s not.”
This response didn’t seem to alleviate his confusion, so I realized it may be a good idea for me to clarify. “I walked.”
“Oh.” He glanced back to the front of the store, looking oddly disinterested. “It’s a real pretty car.”
I just nodded and smiled as he walked away, complimenting the car in my general direction.
I still have no idea which car he was talking about.
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