This next experience might be one which you have to be there to really appreciate, but I felt it was worthy of adding.
I'm driving home from hanging with some friends on Friday night (Saturday morning?) and I'm stopped at a red light. I hear the car next to me honk it's horn, so I look over and it's a taxi with the driver beginning to roll his window down. I'm thinking 'what the hell could I have possibly done wrong' and this dude is about to curse me out or something crazy. So I roll my window down and he asks me something, but I don't hear him because he doesn't speak English that well. When he repeats his question, it sounded to me like it was 'What year is your car?' I respond, and my answer seems like it satisfies him, so apparently he did ask what year my car was. His response is the following: 'It's good'. That's it. I'm pretty sure I had a really confused look on my face when I heard this. Light turns green, and I give a pretty fucking awkward wave goodbye. End.
Moral of story: situations like these were not meant for awkward dudes like me.
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