Wednesday of last week while I was waiting at the bus stop for the trusty Sunset Blvd line a guy came up to the other person waiting for the bus and asked him a question in a thick Aussie accent, "Do you know where the bus stop is for the tour bus?"
The guy looked completely baffled and asked, "What?"
The Aussie repeated himself and the confused look on the guys face didn't change so I interrupted and pointed the Aussie in the right direction.
After he left the confused guy asked, "You could understand him?"
I replied, "Yea."
He continued, "You must be good with foreign languages."
It was my turn to look puzzled, "He was Australian."
He said in all seriousness, "I don't speak Australian. I speak American."
I tilted my head and furrowed my brow a bit, "You mean English."
He shook his head, "I'm not from England."
Thankfully the bus approached and I let this odd exchange expire.
The very next day at the very same bus stop that very same guy walked by me. He got about 10 feet past me and turned around, "Oh. You're the guy from yesterday who can speak Australian."
I nodded, "Again, it was English."
He shrugged and then we proceeded to have a short chat before the bus appeared in the distance. I couldn't tell if he was actually waiting for the bus or not so I asked in a way to end the converstaion, "Are you waiting for the bus?"
He replied, "I'll catch a later one. I'm gonna go browse around the Hustler Store first."
With that he turned and walked on as I boarded.
From my seat on the bus I immediately shared the Hustler Store part of this story on Facebook and my two favorite comments were quick and apt. Chris wrote, "Hardcore, since 1974." While Jodi proclaimed, "There ain't no shame in his game."