My dad decided to host a barbeque yesterday. Overall, it was a success. But I wasn't interested in it much. Nothing against our neighbors, we just wouldn't have anything to talk about and the thought of standing in a corner shoveling food isn't my idea of a good time
So my dad tried to encourage me to come and had me do some menial tasks that kept me coming over to help him set up and grab the snacks for the table etc
It's in our front yard btw
And as the neighbors show up an older guy stops me
Who are you, haven't seen you around
Well, I'm a hermit during the winter
He shakes my hand, tells me "That's ashame, there's a whole world out there."
I'M TRYING TO BE FUNNY or joke or something. Like haha... he doesn't seem to catch on.
"So what you doing here, you in school? You live here?"
Yes, I live here. Yes, I'm doing my master's. No, not around here though
"All right, well why don't you ask me something."
UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.........................................
"How do you like polka? You know polka? It's music for happy people."
By now I'm looking for an escape from the conversation and I get lectured about polka for a whole minute. He tells me to google something something polka song and then my dad finally gives his next set of demands
I excused myself and BOOKED it never been happier to do a bunch of random nonsense that he could've done himself but needs me to participate kinda tasks
LMAO WHY ARE PEOPLE LIKE THIIIIIIIS
By the end of it, or somewhere. He was like "Oh, I can tell you don't want to talk to me"
Sir, pls. What kind of ice breaker is polka
Anyways, I grabbed food and scurried inside and hid for the rest of the event
LIKE sure I could've been more bubbly or smiley but uh no?
Tbh that guy sounds awkward af
Maybe he was trying to rib you? But there comes a point where if the person is not responding as planned to ribbing, you stop
He sounds like the type of person who, if he sees someone who isn't smiling or being outwardly EXTREMELY HAPPY, means they must be horribly depressed and it is his Duty as an American to tell them they shouldn't be sad
The polka thing... Is very odd
It was a truly mind boggling encounter. What's worse is he definitely told me his name but all that really stuck out is Polka
So he's just polka guy to me now lmao
i suck at remembering names myself, i need to hear it no less than 10 times over the course of several weeks
so he would also be polka guy to me