I’d like to share with you some stories from the Brisbane Market. One story in each posts.
Story 1 : The French Dude
There’s this one Sunday, my business partner was off the loo and I was going about my business as usual. Then, one dude came up and stood next to me. I was like, what the…
Then he said “bydydbfysdfhskioqowbc”.
I replied “What?”
He said again “bydydbfysdfhskioqowbc.”
I said “What?”
And he continued saying the same thing again.
I just stood there… baffled…
Again he said “bydydbfysdfhskioqowbc.”
I replied back “Mate, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He stood there confused and said to me “Don’t you speak French?” with a heavy accent.
SAY WHAT?!? With a contorted face I said “No…..” (I finally figured that he was talking to me in French earlier)
Weirdly enough, he continued staring at me.. with a blank face..
I really didn’t know what to do by then and just pretended I had a customer to attend to. Haha.
Soon, he went off. Phew…
Weird weird experience 😛