part 1. he thought i was a local

my night -part 1-
call me lo-CAL


on the bus yesterday evening
i got mistaken for a local....
i don't mean {mistaken} as a bad thing
usually i am the one that sticks out
i just look {american}
so i'm told
-and-
this was my {first} experience when someone finally thought
that i could be from here



week -7-
oh yea starting to blend in
{woop woop}

i look like i know what i am doing

i acted as a good samaritan last night on that bus

>>>> "those who choose to aid others"

{yep} that's me

this british man got on the bus

he totally had no clue

<> where to pay

<> where the bus was going

<> if it was even going to the train station

<> or what the heck he was doing

i {knew} he was not a local

i {knew} through his awkward body language that he had no clue what was going on

i {knew} that as his eyes skimmed the bus for a map he felt that pit of ohhhh $#!+, when he didnt see one

i {knew} the signs

all-of-them

he .caught. my eye

i .smiled. politely

his english stuttered out of his mouth like vomit

which he knows :: perfectly :: well

but was probably nervous to speak it

knowing {french} is our language here

he asked

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u.k.- where do we pay
me- ahhhhh i said

(we all remember my "no bus ticket" fiasco from week 4)

me- when you got on there was a ticket box at the stop

you buy a ticket before you get on

u.k.- so now what

me- well just ride and hope you dont get caught

u.k.- if i get caught, will i go to jail

me- yes, with no mercy

u.k.- (wide eyed) what

me- haha just kidding you only get a ticket

u.k.- ok well i will take my chance

me- you should be fine

u.k.- so you've lived here a while then

me- no not really, i'm from the states

u.k.- oh you look like you know what's going on. well thanks for being so nice you american girl

me- you are very welcome u.k. guy

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& with that our convo was over