I go to the Ulta that just opened in Greektown today… I was looking at what colognes they had.. this homeless guy from the neighborhood was in there, spraying EVERY SAMPLE on him.. he didn’t look homeless, so the manager was asking if he needed help.. homeless guy sees me, and recognizes me and gave me this look like ‘please don’t rat me out..’
I laughed and walked out.. which is when I saw this right outside the door. Homie left his bag outside so he didn’t look homeless.
A dear friend of mine from Vegas is in town, and he wanted to buy some cds from me.. I told him I’d lock up and bring them over to the cafe he was at.
I put the ‘frappe break, back in 5 min’ sign up and locked up.. I’m greeted with a freekerasmeno frappe, not from my friend (who surely would have if he wasn’t beaten to it).. but from the bartender.
While I’m sitting at the table, we’re talking.. I met this other friend of his from here for the first time, and we’re just talking about the store and other stuff. I’m friends with my Vegas friend on facebook, but it feels better to actually catch up in real life..
So the new friend I met asks me, ‘So, this guy comes into my liquor and he had this shirt on… what does.. and forgive me because i’m not that fluent.. what does ‘Gamiseta’ mean?’
I respond, THAT’S MY T-SHIRT!! We figured out that he grew up with my koubara’s cousins and he was the one that had the shirt.
This is why I love Greeks and how we’re all connected.