CREEPER

THE CREEPER: Sorry, that's what was running through my head. Here's my story.
Me: *walks into Borders and grabs a book to read. Leans against bookshelf*
Guy: Excuse me.

Me: *scoots over*
Guy: *looks at me* Hey, do you go to UCLA? (cause I had my UCLA sweater on)
Me: No, I'm in high school.
Guy: Oh? Milpitas high?
Me: No, Piedmont.

Guy: Oh cool. I go to San Jose State and Mission College. Is it okay if I talk to you about my day? 'Cause I had a bad day.

Me: Um, okay.
Guy: So I went out on this date today with a girl, and I called her stupid. You know, like jokingly, and I guess she came from a different culture and she thought I was making fun of her so she called me mean. Am I mean?
Me: Oh...umm...no?
Guy: Haha, I like you cause you said I'm not mean. Well how old do I look?
Me: Umm...I dunno, sixteen?
Guy: Yeah I know, people always say I look young. What do I look? Guess. People always guess wrong.

Me: Cambodian?
Guy: No.
Me: Filipino?
Guy: yeah, and Chinese and a bit of white. You can so tell right? Cause I'm dark and my hairs like chinese.
Me: *looks around*
Guy: What are you looking for?
Me: My dad.
Guy: Would he be mad if I was talking to you?
Me: Yeah.
Guy: K, I'll leave.
Me: Okay.
Guy: Is there any way I could contact you? Like Myspace or Facebook...?
Me: Umm, no I don't have that stuff.
Guy: Smile.
Me: What?
Guy: I want to see you smile again. What did the fish say when he hit the wall? Damn. What do you call a dog with no tail? A hot dog?
Me: Uhhh....k.
Guy: Do you think i should buy a book or in n out?
Me: In n out. *walks away*

CREEPO.
Rachel's eye has a scratch. I hope she doesn't have to revisit the ER tomorrow =\