Pure Fuckery

So...I was done blogging for today as I need to focus on a final that I have due at midnight tomorrow. However, I have to discuss the "pure fuckery" that occurred with me today.

So...I'm trying to get my relaxation on so that I can successfully attempt to NOT FAIL this final. So I decided to go get a pedicure, manicure, and eyebrows before I ran my one errand of the day. Get to the place...5 minute wait...PERFECTION!!!

Get the pedicure done...Great. Get my eyebrows done ...even better!

Now comes the Manicure. Ol' girl is doing her thing and people are walking in and out of the place which is right off the food court in the mall. So this guy walks in (i always notice when guys walk in...just cause its not the norm...its a hair salon and nail place 98% female at all times though i do appreciate a man with well groomed nails). So he goes up to the front desk (I'm being nosey at this point) and asks one of the stylists to give someone his number that he has written on a receipt. She tells him "Do it yourself". I laugh on the inside.

Then...this bamma....this bamma walks up to ME!! HAYLE TO THE NAWL!!

He then says something I don't quite understand. So I say "What? I cant hear you. You're gonna have to speak up". He then tells me (paraphrased from his gibberish) that his friend wants to holla at me and this is his number so please call him. So at this point I'm ready to talk major shit...but i hold my tongue and say "no thank you". He says why not. I say "because i don't know this person to be calling them ...why would i call someone i cant see". He then says "he's in the food court". I give him the "Bitch. Boo.Bye" look. He then says well do you want him to come in here then? How long you gonna be here. I rudely say "until I'm done". He walks off.

I'm free.

No..but wait...he comes back in like 3 minutes. And get this. Says..."I'm the one who wanted to talk to you. This is my number. Can you call me?" I look at him like * u must be fucking kidding me* Then he goes on to say "I was that one trying to get your attention from Popeye's"

EEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR *RRREEEWWWIINNNDD**

When i sat down to get my manicure...I heard some guy out in the food court saying "Ay...Ay" relatively loud. and relatively frequently. So i turned around a couple times like who is this fool and whose attention is he trying to get. I honestly thing to myself "WTF...why doesn't he just go up to whatever girl and say "Excuse me Miss....blah blah blah" something civil" instead of screaming across the food court. I have mentally chalked this person up to be an effing idiot.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

* FAST FORWARD*

So the effing idiot is standing in front of me. He was yelling out at ME, as i was inside the salon...he was in the food court. ARE YOU SLOW!!! THAT'S RIDICULOUS!! So he asks me to take his number. At this point...I'm BEYOND done. I tell him to sit the receipt down. He's like "just put it in your purse". That back and forth goes on...I'm halfway ignoring him. Ol' Girl doing my nails is like "just put it down for her" ....wtf...even if i had wanted it ...i am in the process of getting my nails done...why would i mess them up to grab your number. hayle no.

So he finally sits it down. He asks me for my number because he says he knows I wont call him. Maybe he's not as dumb as i thought. CLEARLY i say NO!!

*Its time for me to go wash my hands on the other side of the salon* MY ESCAPE!!! YES!! HE LEAVES!!

VICTORY IS MINE!!!

Sit back down. He comes back in. DAMMIT GINA!!!! He says "Give me a call around 6pm ok" I ignore him. He says "you hear me". So i look up and say "WHAT?!?!". He repeats himself and I just nod and wave him off.

WTF.....WHY ME....The ladies in the salon were laughing at his pitiful ass like "wtf was he thinking".

I should take a picture of that receipt which the nail lady put in my bag "damn her". But she didn't get it. She was like "what did he want...you didn't know him...is he trying to sell you something". Poor soul. She ain't know any better. Anybody interested in making prank calls I have the number for you!!! LMMFAO!!

-UNRELATED....PURE FUCKERY QUOTE OF THE DAY-

My ls was at a wedding reception. The reverend is about to bless the food...this is what he says:

"Lord, we won't insult you by asking for your blessing on this food. We are ready to eat, so the food is already blessed"

I'm out!!!

*Someone told me to post the receipt* Here it is!!