Once in a while, you get weird days. This week, there were those instances.
Like Tuesday. We went to Cubao Expo, Meow bought a nice purple authentic Eastern parasol, with bamboo stem and everything, and an Obi (the kimono, we plan, will be bought next week).
There was this weird big man who kept talking to us about about this marketing event, first, to meow, then, to me.
Sometimes, I think weird people gravitate to Meow. I love her and everything but weird people really come toward her. See, look at me.
Talking to him was like an out-of-body experience, he shook my hand and talked about this marketing event that I think he thought we should or might be attending.
If I was alone, I would think that he may have mistaken me for someone else, but he kept talking to my girlfriend as well. I was not able to catch what he was telling her, I don’t think I will get it, either.
I think his English is OK. I just don’t understand it for some reason.
