At work we have a bottle return machine that we have to empty out every hour or so. Thus I deal with a lot of people who return bottles and cans for the deposit for a living. Some of them are tight. I had a conversation with this one black french speaking woman that went like this.
her: babies? how many babies?
me: no, no, no, no babies
her: good, good, good
her: husband?
me: no, no, no, no husband
her: good, good, good
her: boyfriend?
me: no, no, no, no boyfriend
her: good, good, good
me: school, i’m going to school
her: good, good, good
This is what I think about whenever I ask myself ” Life? Am I doing it wrong?”
