Conversations with a Polish boy, Part 2.

him: hey, niiiiice tights!

me: thanks!

him: keep up the good work!

me: ...how?

him: ....keep buying tights like that. obviously.

[should i be insulted? keep in mind, this is coming from the boy who likes these hats.]

me: can i have a yogurt?

him: yes. what kind?

me: what kind do you have?

him: blueberry, plum and peach.

me: either blueberry or plum. not peach.

(60 seconds later)

him: sorry, princess, but i couldn't find you a blueberry yogurt so you have to choose between the plum and the peach and you really just have the peach because the plum expired a month ago.

[a few weeks ago, i jokingly told him that it's common for american girls to be called "princess."  obviously, the sarcasm was lost on him; the tone was not sensed.]

him: none of my friends like the original flavored pringles.....i don't know why.

me: (silence)

[keep in mind nothing was said to provoke this comment...he was sitting, staring into space and then these words were spoken.... i nodded politely.]

him: we're not seeing the movie at helios, we're seeing it at multikino.

me: what?! does multikino have caramel corn?

him: i think so...they might just have regular popcorn, though.

me: i hate regular poprcorn. i want caramel corn. like the kind from helios.

him: hey, missy, don't be so spoiled. if we get there and they don't have it, i'll buy you a pony.

me: i don't want a pony. .....you can't eat a pony.

[oh, don't worry. i got my caramel corn.]