And he asked me, "Where is my gift card?"
This happened after performing a Yellow gasoline station shop. The little man grinned at me when I gave him the LOA. Then, he followed me about, almost ignoring the few customers who entered the shop.
His grin seemed almost a leer as he spoke in broken English, "You vant, I should open the door to you?"
"Oh, thank you, sir. That is very kind of you," I replied.
He grinned, baring his dirty, broken teeth, "I help you vith other things?"
"If you wish." Oh Crikey! This fellow is a bit daft, I thought. I hurried through my photo taking, the little man walking almost ape-like behind me. Finishing, I bid him adieu.
"Everyting goot?" he asked grinning manically. I nodded and hurried to my auto (hubby's truck).
Inside the truck, I downloaded my photos into my computer. There was a tap on my window.
Startled, I looked up. Oh bugger! It was the little man! His shirt was hanging to his knees.
"Where is my gift card?" he demanded.
"What?" I asked. I had no idea of what he was referring. Did he think I took a gift card, I wondered.
'Gift card, de gift card!" he said. "I git gift card like last winter when you come here. Right missy girly?"
I straightened up. "Good sir, I was not here in the winter. I was here last year when it was warm," I asserted. "I have no gift card, that must be another program. I do not give gift cards."
Get me the He!! out of here, I thought.
The little man scowled, "Hokay," he replied. He looked miserably at his shop and then walked away dejectedly, his shirt flapping over his bum.
I could not help but feel sadness for him. the poor soul was hoping for a gift card - the highlight of his day.
I honked my horn, smiled and waved to him as I drove away.
He whipped around, upon seeing my smile and wave, he grinned that leer and waved as if he was summoning a ship.
I wonder what program the Yellow gasoline station is running. I've heard there is some other program to start in June. But this was still May and apparently, he received something this past winter.