One time in 2008 I had just started taking myself out to fancy restaurants once in 3 months because even though I was cash poor, I still needed rich people enjoyment so I saved for that.
Anyway, Sunday afternoon I’m at the restaurant looking at the menu,
Anyway, Sunday afternoon I’m at the restaurant looking at the menu,
making calculations in my head pe, which one is within my budget?
One uncle walks up to me to chat me up. I’d seen in him magazines so I knew he was a rich man’s son.
“What are you having?” He asked
“Pasta,” I responded.
He said, “Niceeee…
One uncle walks up to me to chat me up. I’d seen in him magazines so I knew he was a rich man’s son.
“What are you having?” He asked
“Pasta,” I responded.
He said, “Niceeee…
People think Italy makes the best Pasta but I know the US does. What do you think?”
LEEEMAUU.
Is this boy whining me? Me that I’d never been on a plane in my entire life, how would I know?
So I said, “I’ve never been to both countries, I’ll decide when I go.”
LEEEMAUU.
Is this boy whining me? Me that I’d never been on a plane in my entire life, how would I know?
So I said, “I’ve never been to both countries, I’ll decide when I go.”
He looked surprised. In the course of the conversation, I mentioned I haven’t gone anywhere but travelling consistently is on my bucket list.
I saw that he was disappointed and he couldn’t wait to leave to another table… he was alone.
Sigh.
How would you feel if you were me?
I saw that he was disappointed and he couldn’t wait to leave to another table… he was alone.
Sigh.
How would you feel if you were me?
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