Conversation between me and the man who works at the campus mail room:
(Bold= Him, Italic= Me)
Hi. I need to pick up a package, box 307.
Ok. (Turns to look for the package) Are you sure you go here? You know the high school is down the road. (Turns to smile and laugh)
Yeah, I am pretty sure I go here.
(Hands me the medium size package) You sure you can handle carrying that? Sure you don't need any help?
Thanks, but I got it.
(Bold= Him, Italic= Me)
Good evening. There is something that I have wanted to ask you since I first saw you in here.
Yes?
How old are you? Because when I saw you I thought you were like 12.
Actually I just turned 22.
Wow, you definitely look young.
Thanks. Have a good evening.
Some day when I am grown up, I will know what the appropriate response is to situations like these because the response I would like to give most of the time I am sure is not appropriate for any young looking 12 year old like myself. :)
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