Friday, September 20, 2013

Being too nice.... A curse I have on me

Of course this would happen to me...

I'm sitting at Lily's, by myself, waiting for breakfast, when an old man sits down at the table next to me.

I say, "Good morning," and he asks where I'm from, how long I've been in Belize- all the basics.

He invites me to join him at his table to eat with him, and I, being a sucker for lonely looking old people, accept and move over to chat with him.

He told me that he's from Belize City and he's just in San Pedro for the day doing business. He also told me that he started a manufacturing company back in 1951 when he was 17 years old. 
(If I've done the math correctly, that makes him about 79)

I was enjoying his company- I asked him how he learned how to make bleach (one of the products he manufactures) and he told me about what San Pedro was like in the 50s and about how his youngest son worries about him going out to The Tavern at night. 
He was very shakey and, at one point, I had to stop myself from offering to feed him.

He asked me for my phone number- saying that it was nice to have someone to talk to and that he'd enjoy having breakfast with me again sometime.

No problem- I always give my number to people because I know I'm probably not going to answer the phone, anyway.

When we finished breakfast, I asked the waiter for my bill, and my new friend went inside to pay for his- and when he came back out he told me that he had paid for mine, too.

He then told me that he had a taxi waiting for him to run him on his errands, and would drop me off at home since I had a big, stuffed backpack with me. (Laundry)

When we got to the taxi, I got in the back and he got in next to me.
While we were driving, he put his hand on my leg and told me, "Yes, Carrie, I will be your friend."

I picked up his hand, gave it a friendly little squeeze, and then placed it back onto his own leg and just said, "ok.... thank you."

When we got to my stop, he held my hand for a brief moment before opening the door and told me he'll call me when he's finished doing busuness and "might stop to see me" before he leaves the island.

Man... I was just being nice to the old guy and then he had to go and get a little creepy on me. 
I was looking at him as a surrogate grandfather to tell me stories about the old days, not as a potential sugar daddy.

Another breakfast buddy had to bite the dust. 

4 comments:

  1. geezus, be careful.... it's nice to be nice to the nice...but NOT the creepers;)
    Brent

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  2. I guess we knew what he wanted in return for paying for your breakfast......

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