Going anywhere with my older brother is a task.
He is constantly commenting on people and what they are thinking.
I would hate to be burdened with the gift of always knowing what people are thinking.
I went to get a snow cone with him once.
we ordered our snow cones and sat down to people watch.
These two young guys went up to the window to order a snow cone.
When they started flirting with the girl who worked there,
Will decided to state his opinion.
"Look at them flirting with that girl,
too bad she is a lesbian!"
I started laughing because what he said was so ridiculous.
I asked him what he meant and he said,
"Virginia,
girls that are that pretty either only date black guys or are lesbians."
This is his train of thought.
He sticks to this way of thinking quite closely.
He thinks he will have to marry an ugly girl because he isn't black.
(Not that he is going to get married anytime soon.)
For some reason,
he loves pointing out gay people to me.
But his main problem is that he is so stinkin loud when he talks.
One time I went out to eat with him and both Grandmas.
Grandmother Mary and Grandmother Owl were talking amongst themselves.
Will and I decided to people watch for lack of something better to do.
When the waiter came and gave us our food Will looked at me and said,
"Virginia thinks the waiter is cute."
The waiter had started walking off,
but when he heard Will say that he came back over and started talking to us.
He told us of his plans to move to Florida and he would only be here for one more week.
He told me he was a casual kind of guy who didn't go to crazy bar parties.
It was quite awkward,
I just sat there waiting for him to finish his self promotion speech.
He had to go clean a table and at that point I was finished with my food.
I got a to-go box because I only ate a fourth of my food,
which is pretty typical for me.
When we left,
he came outside and waved good-bye to us.
That was the day I vowed never to eat in public with Will again.
But I keep forgetting my vow because I keep going places with him.
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