On the lighter side

So i thought this time I would begin this blog with a few funny stories from work. (well i think their funny.) :)

Most of you probably know that when I meet people that know a language that I think i know i try and talk with them in that language. Well at the little store that i work at we have a lot of amish and hispanic customers that come in.

Like usual one day a customer came up to the register to pay for his items. He was an older man (as in older than me.), he looked to be in his 40's and he had a big long texan mustasche, the kind that hangs down past his chin, and a very long mullet. It was a pretty impressive mullet.... Anyway, he came up and didnt speak a word of english so i was thinking eh, i understand a lot of spanish i can answer in spanish. (bad idea.) Of course he was surprised that this gringa can speak any spanish at all and he gets all excited that i can understand him. He begins to ask me how i learned spanish and where from and whatnot. Then i thought he had asked me, "do you like speaking spanish?" I responded yes, then i thought that he had repeated the statement but in reality he had asked, " do you like me?" and so me thinking he had repeated it i said, "si mucho mucho." GAHHH, wrong answer. He proceeds to smile and try to ask for my number. GAHH! I just responded in english with, "whats that, oh Im coming terry." and i beat it for the back because i had no idea what to do. blehhhhh! I was not wanting to try and fix that mistake at all. lol. So, ive learned that unless i know the language fluently, i am not going to try and speak it fully. lol.

Another story that was kind of funny slash creepy was about this older black man like in his 60's. He comes in the door and the first thing he does is give me a creeper stare down smile and then comes up to my register asking where a certain kind of shampoo is, so i lead him to where its at, and then he asks where the brushes are for handsome men like himself. I just responded with the polite fake smile.
Once we got to the brushes, he turns to me and says; "why thank you, but you know what, you know what, you got a real pretty face; you could sell that face. Well dang did you know that you got such a pretty face. Dang. How old are you?" I say 20, and he responds: " well dang i thought you were in yo thirtys or somethin. Im like triple yo age. dang, well dang. I could be yo father. But, do you have a boyfriend, are you single?" Of course to get him to leave i say, "yeah i have a boyfriend, he's pretty great. His name is Je'sus." ( i tricked him and just said jesus in spanish. hehe, i thought it was smart at least. :) ) His response, "oh i see so you like hispanics, well dang. I guess I will leave then."

So quick as i could, i rang up his stuff and sent him on his way. My thought about this, " What in the world just happened?" Then i was creeped out, but i can def laugh about it now. :) It was funny if ya think about it.

So thats a little window of my what its like at my work, i re-stock shelves, ring people up on the register, try to avoid all creepy old men, and answer the phone in dutch for kicks. Its an exciting adventure. :)