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Reminds me of a story a friend told me when I was traveling through South America.
My friend was walking home late at night and a guy from another country (forgot which, but it was obvious from his accent) asked him for money. This exchange of course happened in Spanish:
"I have an iron" "what does iron means in your country?" "by iron I mean knife" and pulls out a knife "oh, because here iron means this" and pulls out a gun.
Then the robber just ran away.
πΆ Big iron on his hiiiiip πΆ
Brazil
Imagine being the robber. I wouldn't even be able to contain myself from laughing
I would immediately interpret that as "I don't need a knife (to absolutely fuck you up right now)" based on the ~~oblivious~~ completely casual tone and lack of any fear.
At a bus stop, I was nearly beaten for wearing the wrong color shirt. This fella was told to hit someone wearing red and, in an attempt at easing their conscience, kept trying to find a reason to dislike me. Meanwhile, Iβm just confused and apparently befriending him over our shared hatred of Russians and security guards and a mutual love of Islam. Unlike the greentext, my guy had the courtesy to at least apologize and explain the situation. Feels like a fever dream and I do not expect a single human being to ever believe me. There is no punchline, just my continued confusion. I still do not know how to feel about this.
I suppose you were the punchline
befriending him over our shared hatred of Russians
hrmmm
Do you have cousins? Both of us used to, and we were bitter. Given the current state of Russia, Iβm still bitter but I canβt speak to their feelings now.