One day I wanted to drink coffee before the couples and I went to a small fast food establishment. I got my order and went out, but a girl came in to me at the door (apparently very in a hurry). It didn’t push me hard, but it was enough for the coffee to shake my hand.

Sorry, I did not notice!

and nothing. I stumbled and silently pretended that I was not hurt at all.

From my expression of the face, it was clear that boiling boiling water was not present on my list of favorite procedures.

You are just small! She decided to justify herself.

Being 170cm tall, I never thought I was big. But at that point I decided that she wasn’t enough of my physical pain and she decided to humiliate me more morally. The girl realized that it sounded "not" and decided to correct:

In other words, it is compact!

How do you feel when you are called compact? For some reason I begin to feel like I am a vacuum cleaner or a refrigerator. Well, or they are going to take me out into the forest in the trunk of the car, and they are pretending, "Will it fit? It looks compact.” After leaving the second stupor, I already wanted to finish our meaningful dialogue, but she didn’t mind:

For you it is natural! (It was meant “for Asians”).

I could not argue with this argument, so I presented my consent approximately as follows:

About compliments story, story, humor, compliment, girls, comments

The girl, red and panicked, added:

- But is it convenient for you in public transportation... - "strands of other people to smell?" I thought, but I remained silent, once again expressing my consent.



The girl washed from foot to foot and realized that the "check for pronouncement" was finally failed, rejected the Facebook spam with a quiet "blow" and departed to make an order. I went out on the street with the feeling that I was met by a geologist. Later I began to realize that the girl tried as much as she could, but apparently communicating with people was clearly not her hobby.