Adventures in a Foreign City.

I recently moved to the Lower Mainland, Fraser Valley area and my experience has been anything but ordinary. As a girl growing up in a small town with a population equal to that of a skyscraper in Vancouver, my public interaction has, up until now, been over the counter at Starbucks taking coffee orders. I might even say it's been slim to none. My interactions with the public has greatly increased having moved to the big city but my small town ways still haven't left me. You might say I am clueless when it comes to how to react to certain situations in day to day life.

Today for example I was driving down the road and received a text message that read "Are you cool with painting our nails in the tub tonight?"...I replied, after having come to a complete stop, "I'll go get my stuff."
You see, when I took a quick glance at that text I thought it was talking about going hot tubing and painting my nails so I was going to get my bikini and nail polish.
Well before turning around I thought I would make sure I had to go all the way back across town before wasting the gas.

Good thing I looked...

Turns out, the girl said hub, not tub and she was thoroughly confused as to why I wanted to borrow her bathing suit.

So here I am sitting in my car, on the side of the road, music playing, tears streaming down my face, doing the silent laugh and seal clap and a man walks up to my car and knocks on the window. Um... I looked at him, no longer laughing and shook my head. As if shaking my head is going to help me in any situation. This man is now talking to the side of my car, my heart is pounding and he is looking at me like I'm the crazy person. I casually reached over and hit the lock button, praying that I don't accidentally hit the unlock instead. I have a million and one thoughts running through my head at this moment, "what does he want with the bewildered white girl in the old Monte Carlo?" "Am I in danger?!" "I thought it was safer to pullover and text, than to text and drive?!" "Does this sweater say drug dealer?" I was left with my thoughts as the man walked away and called someone.

Does this happen to everyone? Do people usually knock on your windows? He's lucky I didn't have a heart attack. Is it just me that has crazy interactions with the public or do these things happen to everyone?

I'm left with so many questions. So many unanswered questions.