MAN: Enjoying your thirties? [translated by Ashlee—I still don’t know what he said exactly]
ME: *blank stare* Uh… no? *raises eyebrow*
MAN: Oh. Twenties, then?
MAN: Awesome. *points to Sublime* I like them. You probably don’t even know who they are. I grew up on them, y’know. But I like other bands, as well. HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD!
ME: Oh, I like Sublime. I know who they are.
MAN: *randomly looks at me* Is your hair a little blonde from the sun?
ME: Uh, no? I’m a natural blonde?
MAN: Oh. I can’t remember the last time I went to California.
ME: *blinks* I just just there in October.
MAN: October, huh? Nice. [his friends come back wearing matching KFMA Day shirts] Oh, you’re wearing matching shirts. That’s awesome! [I turn away from this point because I really don’t care, but I kind of listen. He then touches me shoulder] I’m not wearing teal, so we don’t match. [I was wearing green, by the way. Bright, vibrant fucking green, not teal. I just kind of nodded and looked away. He touches my arm again, so I look at him] She does, huh? You have knife mark on your arm.
ME: *glances at arm, then at him, confused* Huh. [I did have a scratch, but it wasn’t a knife mark. Dunno what it is. It is swollen along the slice mark, and it does hurt when I touch it, but it’s not bleeding]
DON’T FUCKING TALK TO ME, RANDOM STRANGERS I HAVE NEVER SEEN IN MY LIFE. ESPECIALLY WHEN I’M CLEARLY MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS AND ROCKING OUT TO THE EASY SOUNDS OF SUBLIME WITH ROME. KTHX.