Irish Accent

CTA story numero dos.

I'm waiting for the train at my home train station on the North side. This kid who's about my age, probably a few years younger walks up to me and asks me how long I've been waiting for the train. I'm fuzzy on the details of how we got into conversation, but once again, I blame it on my adorable face, or maybe my rockin' booty. I know at one point he asked me if I had found a boyfriend in Chicago, I lie and say oh yes, of course I have. He responds by asking me if he's knocked me up yet. Uhh.. no, I don't need any little shits running around. OH, well he's knocked up two girls so far (did you want a gold star?) Then he asks me if I'm 25. No I say. "Oh older?" I shake my head no "YOUNGER? You look old for your age!" Perfect, this one's a winner.

The conversation then moves on to him asking what my heritage is, you know, like my ethnicity. This is an odd question, I just tell him Irish, it's easier than explaining every little part of my lineage. See, the reason he was asking is because he thought I was Australian because of the way I talk. But, he really likes my Ireland accent, and hopes that some day God will bless him with an Ireland girl like me. Because, he keeps trying to get rid of the girls he's got who bring him nothing but trouble. Man, he even tried knocking them up, and still they won't go away (hence the two little kids). Weird how pregnancy does not cause girls to fade out of your life... I began trying to explain to him this wasn't the best plan of attack, but the blank look on his face caused me to just start mumbling to myself. He then gave me a strange look and got on the train and stopped talking to me. I'll be honest I wasn't upset.

The End.