This I don't get.
I'm on the bus like usual, in my gym clothes -- why am I the only person in this country who ever wears gym clothes?! -- when the following happened.
There were no more seats available, so I had to sit in the side-facing seats in the back. Instead of getting all car sick by watching the side-scenery, I turned my body towards the front of the bus and looked straight ahead. I noticed some woman in front of me, and I'll admit I'm frequently guilty of this, but I couldn't help but admire how well-dressed and fashionable she looked. It's not like I was rudely staring or anything like that, but you get the idea. At one point she turned back and looked right at me, like she knew I had been looking at the back of her head or something. However, when she snapped her head around, I was no longer looking at her. But because I was in the back, I was perpetually looking forward, beyond her and at the road. She kept turning back, why I'm not sure.
Then as she's getting off, she straightens out her clothes, stands up from her seat and looks back, right at me. I tried not to look at her, but kept staring straight ahead, minding my own business. Well this is kind of hard to ignore: she keeps looking at me and puts up the middle finger really aggressively with a crazed look on her face. And she held it there for a good minute.
I looked behind me to see if there was anyone outside she might have been gesturing to, but located no such person. And then the two Moroccan guys sitting in the seat adjacent to me, craned their necks to look over at me, in my direction, and started laughing silently.
Not sure why, but right then and there I felt extremely embarrassed, confused and offended. What the heck did I do to warrant this?! Well it took me the better part of the day to forget about it.
When the heck did I get so sensitive?!
And another note about French people: They have no shame whatsoever.
My roommate is having her boyfriend staying over for the week because he just started a new job in Antibes. Since he lives in Nice and doesn't have a car, it'd be kind of difficult for him to get to work on time. Her and I are actually getting along a little better again with him here because he's way more friendly and keeps her personable and accountable for all her messes. I kind of like living in a house of three for now. It's never felt too small for us.
Except for yesterday morning, when he walked in the kitchen in search of breakfast, still half asleep.
It would have been a normal morning scene, if he wasn't wearing his speedo-esque p.j.s showing off more than I'd ever like to see of what might possibly be the hairiest legs on Earth.
I'm on the bus like usual, in my gym clothes -- why am I the only person in this country who ever wears gym clothes?! -- when the following happened.
There were no more seats available, so I had to sit in the side-facing seats in the back. Instead of getting all car sick by watching the side-scenery, I turned my body towards the front of the bus and looked straight ahead. I noticed some woman in front of me, and I'll admit I'm frequently guilty of this, but I couldn't help but admire how well-dressed and fashionable she looked. It's not like I was rudely staring or anything like that, but you get the idea. At one point she turned back and looked right at me, like she knew I had been looking at the back of her head or something. However, when she snapped her head around, I was no longer looking at her. But because I was in the back, I was perpetually looking forward, beyond her and at the road. She kept turning back, why I'm not sure.
Then as she's getting off, she straightens out her clothes, stands up from her seat and looks back, right at me. I tried not to look at her, but kept staring straight ahead, minding my own business. Well this is kind of hard to ignore: she keeps looking at me and puts up the middle finger really aggressively with a crazed look on her face. And she held it there for a good minute.
I looked behind me to see if there was anyone outside she might have been gesturing to, but located no such person. And then the two Moroccan guys sitting in the seat adjacent to me, craned their necks to look over at me, in my direction, and started laughing silently.
Not sure why, but right then and there I felt extremely embarrassed, confused and offended. What the heck did I do to warrant this?! Well it took me the better part of the day to forget about it.
When the heck did I get so sensitive?!
And another note about French people: They have no shame whatsoever.
My roommate is having her boyfriend staying over for the week because he just started a new job in Antibes. Since he lives in Nice and doesn't have a car, it'd be kind of difficult for him to get to work on time. Her and I are actually getting along a little better again with him here because he's way more friendly and keeps her personable and accountable for all her messes. I kind of like living in a house of three for now. It's never felt too small for us.
Except for yesterday morning, when he walked in the kitchen in search of breakfast, still half asleep.
It would have been a normal morning scene, if he wasn't wearing his speedo-esque p.j.s showing off more than I'd ever like to see of what might possibly be the hairiest legs on Earth.
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