They come up to me and ask me the oddest questions. My earliest memory of this happening was when my cousin Michelle and I were at the mall with my Grandparents and this CRAZY old lady with too much makeup came and asked me what I used to get my hair so blonde....
|I was about 7 or 8?|
When I worked downtown Minneapolis I got stopped CONSTANTLY by people asking for directions, am I in blah-blah building, do I know where to get a good burger, "Hablo Espanol?" - right.
Dude, do you SEE how blonde I am??? sigh.
I gave in.
I appointed myself "Skyway Skycap" and wherever I saw someone who looked "lost" I would ask them if I could help them get somewhere, find something, etc. It was kind of fun.
I don't work downtown anymore, but I still try to help.
I offered a mom at a Saints game with two girls dripping ice cream if she could use the wet wipes I had - I pick up things people drop - I let little old ladies 'budge' me in lines.
And I STILL have everyone under the sun come up and talk to me. Including those who barely speak English at Costco.
"Uhhh, (making eating motions) Salad???"
Oh yeah - back wall - over there....