kunju (innie_darling) wrote,

WTF x 2

I just don't get people sometimes. Here's what my evening was like:

(1) Leave work early so I can be home in time for the plumber (to hook up my new washer and dryer). A group of seven or eight boys who looked like juniors or seniors in high school got on the same subway car and immediately started performing. But they were TERRIBLE. They couldn't stay on key, didn't even know the words to the songs they were "singing," so they kept switching like they were in the middle of the most demented medley ever: "Although we've come to the end of the road, / Still I can't let you go / I love you, you love me, / We're a happy family / In the still of the night / I held you, held you tight / All you single ladies, all you single ladies." And they were LOUD. And had the nerve to pass a hat at the end, laughing the whole time about how awesome they were.

(2) Then the plumber, who is awesome, brought an assistant along to help move the washer and dryer. They worked for about an hour, and they'd left and I'd just settled down with a mug of hot chocolate to watch Glee and Leverage when the doorbell rang, and the assistant was at my door. He asked if my hot water was working. So I led him to the kitchen, where I tried the tap. As we're standing there waiting for the water to get hot, he asked me where I'm from. "India," I said. "But I bet you're not Sikh, right?" he said. "Right," I said, wondering how he knew that - Hindu women and Sikh women are, in my experience, pretty indistinguishable. "Yeah, some of my customers are Sikhs. They're so cheap - cheaper than Jews," is what he comes out with next. I'm standing there with my mouth hanging open, and I guess he thought I hadn't heard him or fully appreciated his rapier wit, so he repeated it, this time with feeling: "They're cheap - even cheaper than Jews." I wanted this guy out of my apartment immediately. "Water's hot!" I said, and ushered him to the door. WTF?
Tags: real_life, wtf

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