Vignettes.

Enjoy these interesting, weird moments from the last two days:

Yesterday, at approximately 9:45 AM, I was sitting in the Organic Market - enjoying some pomegranate. A man in his 60s sat right next to me, and then proceeded to say, "You are a beautiful woman." Then, he looked me up and down and as serious as can be he added: "Are you a vegetarian? You look like a vegetarian."

Say what? I mean, I am a vegan so...there's that.
But I guess I look like a vegetable eater.

I'll take it.

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Yesterday, Lisa and I spent more time than is probably natural trying to figure out the difference between lemons & limes in Spanish (like, the word for them). After surveying multiple people, it turns out...they are the same. Lemons and limes are both "limón."

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This afternoon, around 2:00 pm, I was in the very busy mercado. Someone tried to pick-pocket out of my beautiful orange bag, but it has velcro AND straps...so he got caught. Didn't he know I designed this bag specifically with him in mind? Anyway, it really freaked him out when I turned and looked him straight in the face. Then he hurried away.

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Yesterday evening, I was out with some people for a little while...and ended up unfortunately situated amongst a group of drunk men who got in a beer fight, which almost turned into a real fight, which I was able to diffuse with my sober, rational, friendly words. Unfortunately, I still have to deal with my beer soaked sweater and jeans.

Jerks!

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Yesterday morning, I was walking with Ryo & Lisa to the ICO when we came upon some little street dogs. I looked at one and she made eye contact with me...and proceeded to follow us almost the entire time. Poor little chica. She was so friendly, and just wanted a snack.

I named her Gomi. My other dog, from last year, lived in the Zocalo and her name was Basura. As you can see, I have a trend going. (Gomi: garbage - Basura: trash --- I name them this because it is 1.) how they are often treated, and 2.) what they eat).

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The end.

640 Things to Write About: Sniveling Jenny

Go to the Merriam-Webster Word of the Day website and write a story based on that word. 

Snivel: verb

1

: to run at the nose

2

: to snuff mucus up the nose audibly : snuffle

3

: to cry or whine with snuffling

4

: to speak or act in a whining, sniffling, tearful, or weakly emotional manner

Jenny, Fiona, and their boss, Elaine, had spent the entire morning in the office, slaving over their next big design project. Elaine had grandiose plans to roll out their plans for production at the end of the week, and because of this she was relying heavily on the editing eyes of Jenny and Fiona. 

Jenny, while the most traditionally education, also happened to be the least creative. Additionally, she suffered from an irrationally large ego, and above everything - including proving her worth in the workforce - she wanted to be acknowledged.

In hopes of winning kudos from her boss, Jenny never shared her actual feelings regarding any of Elaine's designs. It was always a simple, "I like it." or a "I wouldn't change a thing." or even a "It's very pretty."

Elaine would smile at these comments of affirmation, and then turn to Fiona, who would jump in a offer up changes in color or style (to which Elaine would offer more praise than Jenny had ever received). 

Things were no different that morning. Elaine showed a sketch, Jenny affirmed it, Fiona offered feedback, Elaine praised Fiona. Jenny received nothing.

Jenny had had enough. With an annoyed sigh, but without a single word, she stood up, left the office, and drove straight to her mother's house.

"I'm tired of living in Fiona's shadow. It's Fiona this and Fiona that, and oooh look at the ideas Fiona has!" she whined.

Her mom shot her an exasperated look. She was all too familiar with Jenny's antics.

"You want all of the credit, but you're too afraid to put yourself out there. I don't know what you think will come of you leaving the office to vent to me about it. Stop sniveling about how mistreated you are, and go back to work." her mother offered.

Jenny opened her mouth to complain once more, but her mother silenced her with a single, raised hand.

On that, Jenny turned around, and headed back towards the office.