A strange day

First off - my first blog post with these new people! Primo...

Right, down to business. I've had one heck of a weird day. I was working at the Family Store from 3-4 this afternoon, and after that I had 3 hours to kill until Songsters. Now, yesterday I had a somewhat similar problem, which left me killing 3 hours sitting in The Flatican with my near comatose youth leader, Nathan. The man needs to sleep more. But I digress... anyway, I decided that, no, I would not impose myself on The Flatican again. Instead, I went to the library. Then when it closed, I went to Woolworths. On entering Woolworths, this random old guy walks past me and goes "hey gorgeous!" And I'm just like "hello" coz I figure it's someone I know. Coz who just goes "hey gorgeous!" to a random in Woolworths? Anyway... I bought myself a diet coke, and then left Woolworths to go outside and there's the guy again. And he starts talking to me and I soon realise that I actually DON'T know him and it's all rather unusual.

Picture this, dear reader: a rather bemused Rosie, standing in this random little courtyard thing outside Woolworths, a cafe, a knitting shop and a bank, having a conversation with a very friendly, very old Englishman. He just moved here, apparently, but is very well travelled, and thinks New Zealand is a lovely place. He asks me about myself, and I duly give my name and that's about it, although I do mention that I go to the Salvation Army, which is about a 10 second run from where we were. A good thing, coz I was prepared to make the trip to locate my corps officer if need be. Or, as a last resort, even run back to The Flatican and hide behind their flag for awhile...

Then this old man asks me whether or not I'm married. Hah. Do I have a boyfriend? No, not currently - "oh, well I don't see why not, you're a gorgeous girl". And it's then that I realise that, dude, I'm being hit on by an old man! To top it off, he gives me his phone number with the comment "if you ever have a spare moment, give me a call and you could show me around town". By this stage I'm thinking "... do I run screaming across the road now or do I wait for something worse?" but I take the phone number, smile sweetly and explain that as I start university next week, I'm a very busy lady and will probably have to get myself settled before I can give weird foreigners tours of my lovely town. (Leaving out the "weird foreigners" bit, of course. I do have manners, being the well brought up thing that I am.)

Anyway, what ensued was that we went our seperate ways (after him offering to take me home and me politely declining) and I hid behind church for the next hour and a bit before Songsters started. But yeah, at some stage during this hour, I heard drums coming from the hall, so figured that Matt was around and that I could breathe easier if dodgy old man showed up. It wasn't a wasted hour, though. I did finish my book. It was a good book.

So, what's the moral of this story? Something I thought I'd already established - DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS. But then again, if you did that, you'd never meet anybody. Oh well. It makes for interesting conversation. Charlene laughed. And for the record - it's incredibly sad that being hit on by an old guy is the most interesting thing that's happened to me all week.

Well, ALP! (A la prochaine, meaning see you next time on the Rosie show!)
Rosie