I have come to the conclusion that every single awful day I have in existence is primarily of my own doing. That and I seem to always be my own worst enemy, etc. etc.
Today as I walked back from school/Sainsbury's, I walked by the fruit seller (I just learned his name is Adel Shah) and said hi as usual. He stopped me and started talking in pidgin English about how he was sick today and had to close his fruit stand for 3 hours. Then he took out his wallet and pulled out an appointment card, telling me he next had an appointment on 30th Jan. I flipped the card around and then I very awkwardly realised that it was for a NHS specialist sexual health clinic in Archway. Then he took out his medicine and showed it to me. I took note of the name, because I'm curious like that, and when I came back and googled it, wiki said it was sometimes used to cure STDs.
I don't think he realised exactly what kind of information he was revealing when he showed all those things to me, because he barely speaks English.
In other news, I've been pigging out on Lindt Mild 70% Cocoa.
2 comments:
haha! very funny story. on the positive side, at least you didn't sleep with him before you found that news out!
HAHAHA NO WAY, GROSS!
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