Crying stranger
I was waiting for the tram today, when I decided to sit next to an elderly caucasian man (let's call him Hans) he was maybe 45, looked older and reeked of beer (this hit me later). Two seconds after settling myself, Hans looks at me and says, "Oh!!! Beautiful!" This is when the stench hit me. I looked at him vaguely, thinking whether I should stay put, or just get up and leave - well, you never know how a drunk may react. For some strange reasons, I decided to sit there. And that is when it started pouring!!
Hans starts mumbling how his girlfriend has been cheating him all along. Hans pulls his glasses off and starts wiping his eyes. Hans is crying!!!! Oh, Heck! What do you tell a crying stranger whose girlfriend has been conning him??? Pat his back and tell him sorry, he deserves to be loved and he will surely get another mama??? Start crying too, because you don't know what to do??? Look the other side, pretend you did not hear a thing??? Sit there frozen, look at him and wonder why the tram is taking long??? Well, that is just what I did, I sat there frozen.
I get confused when people start crying, I usually don't know what to do. If a man starts crying, the confusion doubles. Hans sees this is a nice opportunity to cry his heart out, and he is not secretive about it. People start turning around to see what is happening...but as Germans are, they just look and go back to what they were doing - namely, waiting for the tram (while listening).
Hans continues to say that his heart has been beating just to be with an african woman, and then this woman asked for an invitation letter so that she could come visit him, and that he had to go to Western Union to send her some money, and he just found out that she was cheating on him all along. Now the strange part comes - this woman is from KENYA. ololooooooyayeeee!!!
Hans asks me if I am from Kenya too. In the state that he is in, I trust him to bash my head the minute I say 'oh yes! I am a Kenyan woman!' I therefore deny, and in my mind, I have TANZANIA ready, if he asks where I come from. Hans asks me what my name is, I lie...as usual... this time I blurt 'Jacklin'. Hans wants to know where I live, and if he can hook up with me! Aishhhh!!!! I thought the man is soooo heartbroken, but hey...stand up and move on is his motto, it seems.
The tram comes, though not the one I am supposed to take...but I sweetly say bye-bye to Hans and hop into the wrong tram, ride 5 minutes more than I would have if I would have taken the right one. But is all good! I managed to get away from Hans the crying stranger!
Hans starts mumbling how his girlfriend has been cheating him all along. Hans pulls his glasses off and starts wiping his eyes. Hans is crying!!!! Oh, Heck! What do you tell a crying stranger whose girlfriend has been conning him??? Pat his back and tell him sorry, he deserves to be loved and he will surely get another mama??? Start crying too, because you don't know what to do??? Look the other side, pretend you did not hear a thing??? Sit there frozen, look at him and wonder why the tram is taking long??? Well, that is just what I did, I sat there frozen.
I get confused when people start crying, I usually don't know what to do. If a man starts crying, the confusion doubles. Hans sees this is a nice opportunity to cry his heart out, and he is not secretive about it. People start turning around to see what is happening...but as Germans are, they just look and go back to what they were doing - namely, waiting for the tram (while listening).
Hans continues to say that his heart has been beating just to be with an african woman, and then this woman asked for an invitation letter so that she could come visit him, and that he had to go to Western Union to send her some money, and he just found out that she was cheating on him all along. Now the strange part comes - this woman is from KENYA. ololooooooyayeeee!!!
Hans asks me if I am from Kenya too. In the state that he is in, I trust him to bash my head the minute I say 'oh yes! I am a Kenyan woman!' I therefore deny, and in my mind, I have TANZANIA ready, if he asks where I come from. Hans asks me what my name is, I lie...as usual... this time I blurt 'Jacklin'. Hans wants to know where I live, and if he can hook up with me! Aishhhh!!!! I thought the man is soooo heartbroken, but hey...stand up and move on is his motto, it seems.
The tram comes, though not the one I am supposed to take...but I sweetly say bye-bye to Hans and hop into the wrong tram, ride 5 minutes more than I would have if I would have taken the right one. But is all good! I managed to get away from Hans the crying stranger!
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