Say Cheese... Now Smile!

For the couple of days, this guy, who I assume works for the shop next door, will stop at our shop's back door and try to talk to Sarah and me. Usually its along the lines of "Oh... you work a lot!" or "Wow... still working? Don't you take breaks?" Sarah and I will smile, nod, and continue working. First of all, you're a stranger. You might have drugs and try pull us into your rickety van. Second... Does this look like a living room? Can't you see we're working?

Anyways, once again, the guy came today. Once again he observes that we work. This time though, Brandy is in the room... so he brightly follows with "SO are you guys related?"

My boss Brandy, is a tall white woman, in her 30's, with blond hair. Sarah, is about 22, white, short, and brunette. I'm 24, 5'6, and Filipino.

Lets think about that shall we?

Oh, but he's not finished! He continues by looking at Brandy. "WOW!! ARE YOU STANDING ON SOMETHING OR ARE YOU REALLY THAT TALL."

Before I can say "Don't talk about my Mommy that way" he turns and walks away after Brandy smiles and politely states that yes, she's "really that tall."

Seconds after, we all burst into giggles and think about the guy. Really? We're related? Really? We work at... work? Really? Tall? Good gracious. Although the way he asked about her tall-ness was pretty rude. It would be like going up to an ugly person and asking if their parents were from the zoo. Well, not really, that just straight up MEAN... but you know where I'm getting at.

But at the same time, its nice to know that he's making an effort in talking to us... even if he does come off sounding slightly stupid. Its the thought that counts right?