I’m at the bank, standing in the feeder line, and there’s this guy in his maybe early sixties in front of me. I get a strange vibe so I whip out my phone and pretend to be doing something. He looked at me but i didn’t budge. Someone else wasn’t so lucky.

Full line here, and the man taps on this woman’s shoulder: “Excuse me miss, but you wouldn’t happen to be German would you?”

She politely replies, “Um, no, no.”

“WELL ONE TIME I WAS IN GERMANY WITH MY WIFE AND MY SON AND DID YOU KNOW THAT GERMANS STAND IN LINE AWFULLY CLOSE AND MY SON FELT AWKWARD WHAT IS IT WITH OTHER CULTURES I’M TALKING SO LOUD NOW THIS ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE CAN HEAR ME HOORAY”

She was caught off guard, “We’ll oh uh huh, interesting. I ah hear in Japan people do this —”

“WELL I DON’T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THAT HAVE YOU BEEN TO JAPAN LET ME TELL YOU I GUESS HERP DERP BUHHHHHH”

She eventually turned around.

He looked back at me.

Nope.

Writing this post instead.