you're gonna give me a what?

being the sweet girl that i am, i always take the time to talk with a customer who regularly comes into the bank, he is nineteen & comes in with his mother who is somewhat clueless. they are always there for what seems like an eternity & i believe that they both have Aspergers syndrome, but i don't really know for sure... however the signs all point to yes.

side note: Asperger syndrome is an autism spectrum disorder, and people with it therefore show significant difficulties in social interaction, along with restricted and repetitive patterns of behavior and interests. It differs from other autism spectrum disorders by its relative preservation of linguistic and cognitive development. Although not required for diagnosis, physical clumsiness and atypical use of language are frequently reported.[1][2]People with Asperger syndrome display behavior, interests, and activities that are restricted and repetitive and are sometimes abnormally intense or focused. Individuals with Aspergers syndrome may collect volumes of detailed information on a relatively narrow topic such as dinosaurs or deep fat fryers, without necessarily having genuine understanding of the broader topic. Unlike those with autism, people with Aspergers syndrome are not usually withdrawn around others; they approach others, even if awkwardly, for example by engaging in a one-sided, long-winded speech about an unusual topic while being oblivious to the listener's feelings or reactions, such as signs of boredom or wanting to leave.[3] This social awkwardness has been called "active, but odd".[1] This failure to react appropriately to social interaction may appear as disregard for other people's feelings, and may come across as insensitive.

The nineteen year old boy i'm nice to is named Eric. Eric's obsession: bands. i question whether or not he actually enjoys the rock music he incessantly talks to me about or if it just something for his mind to focus on. nonetheless, this is how a typical conversation with him goes... "Do you like Korn?" "Do you like Pantera?" "Do you like Dying Fetus?" regardless of my answer, his reply always includes a brief bio of the band (where they are from, full names, number of albums) & is followed by a slew of endless bands... rinse & repeat.

However, yesterday at closing time he came bouncing into the bank, rushed over to my window, scared the shit out of the customer i was in the middle of a transaction with & started making these crazy noises, something out of the ordinary, even for him. i could tell something wasnt right with him. his eyes wouldnt stop wandering and he was slurring and spitting while he was talking. basically i got a shower along with a lesson on bands from Norway i have never heard of. Then he proceeded to reach his arms over the glass and try to touch me. srsly, multiple times & when i told him to keep his hands to himself because I need personal space he burst out laughing & came at me with this...

"i am going to give you an orgasm!"

straight up. could not keep a straight face. hands down craziest thing a stranger has ever told me. needless to say, i wont be taking him up on that offer. & thankfully my coworker escorted him into a locked room. Although that did not deter him from trying to make a grab at me on my way out the door.

Officially ending this day with a little art project. i'm working on a new painting & hope it makes me smile as much as my hootie does. XOXO

happy friday :)

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