I go casually while still walking, "Yeah." He proceeds, thinking a one line answer is somehow invitation to keep shouting questions about something he doesn't actually care about: "SO LIKE, HOW DO YOU EVEN PLAY? WHAT'S THE POINT?" I go, while walking quicker, "You play with other people." He is very encouraged now: "SO CAN YOU EXPLAIN IT TO ME? CAN YOU SHOW ME?" I am already past him, trying to catch a Poliwag. He shouts the same question again, to which I ignore it for a second time. I thought maybe answering once or twice wouldn't be such a bad thing.
At this point, he shouts one last sentence before I'm out of earshot: "I LIKE YER MULLET!"
I'm assuming he said that because he was pissed that I didn't want to have a conversation. Maybe he thinks mullets are cool and was trying to compliment me. Maybe people should mind their own GD business and let me catch my Pokemon. Just a thought.
Cat Called: The Inappropriate, The Comical & The Depressing
This is a blog about my daily trials and tribulations while working in downtown Orlando.