The title has nothing to do with what I'm intending to write. I thought of something to write about fake smiles, but forgotten all about it now.
Right, so, I went out this evening on my bike, (I love my bike now after warm-hearted-Toyo fixed it for me), (in fact, I found two bikes in a room in our backyard, they look decent! does anyone want to buy them?) (Come to think of bikes, today there was a middle-aged man who came to ask me while I was eating a snack near the library that 'do you happen to know anyone who wants to sell his bike?' Do I look like I sell bikes?) (I do have two bikes for sale actually, don't I?) anyway, so I was in town. Two innocent-looking french-accented-girls approached me, and at first I thought they were lost, but they went:
'Excuse me, do you know where we can go?'
How do I know?
I replied, 'well, what would you like to do?'
'maybe drinking and dancing. Do you know any places near here?'
Found it amusing. Since when have I started to look like I'd know where to go for drinks & a night out? If I were there with Jennywren-the-Yorker, they certainly would have asked her, right?
(I think I've made it a habit to use these cool-and-useful-hyphens.. should stop it, otherwise they'll be everywhere in my thesis, which is no good, coz that would cut down the number of my words.)