Well, we were at the mall a couple days ago. And we were at JCPenny. My dad and some weird JCPenny salesman were talking a lot with each other.
And man. This guy was entertaining.
Like, he could talk nonstop about stupid things ("Indian food is so spicy!"), and then could also be very conceited ("I've been in this business for thirty years.")
And he was a pottymouth.
"Other stores will give you -- " he sees my mother. "Turn around, Mom." My mother dutifully turns around. While her head is turned, the JCPenny salesman whispers in my dad's ear, "Other stores will give you bullshit."
Pottymouth. I'm telling you.
And, my strangest experience of meeting this guy came when my dad and him were discussing our (my brother and mine) ages.
"So, how old are you?" the JCPenny salesman happened to ask my older brother.
My brother answered with his age, which was a lot younger than the guy thought it would be (he's in high school).
The JCPenny salesman gawked at him. "Wh-what?"
My brother laughed. "Yeah, that's how old I am."
JCPenny dude was flabbergasted. "Wha-do people ever tell you that you look a lot older??"
My brother laughed again and nodded. "Yeah. The oldest I've gotten so far is college student."
The JCPenny guy was still in shock. Then he turns to me and asks, "And how old are you?"
I tell him my age. He looks even more shocked.
After staring at me for seven seconds straight (and me grinning devilishly), he concludes, "Okay, your son's going into the army next year, and your daughter is going to put someone in jail."
My brother -- God, I felt like murdering him! -- widens his eyes, bursts out laughing, and slaps me on my arm.
I glared at my brother. "Shut up."
He waggles his eyebrows at me. "Hey Eeshie, you're gonna put someone in jail..."
I look at him. "I'm not like that!"
He bursts out in laughter again. "I KNOW!! HAHAHAHAHAAHHAAH! You're going to put someone in jail! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Ugh! But seriously! He's still saying that to me!
Goodness. That was one weird JCPenny salesman...