Tonight’s dinner was quiche Loraine that was supposed to have been cooked in a conventional oven but, due to the absence of one in the hostel’s kitchen, was cooked instead on a hot plate. It wasn’t the best, but it was interesting.
Before the quiche had fully cooked the night guard for the hostel came in to put his dinner in the refrigerator. He told engaged Melody and I in an awkward conversation for about five minutes during which time he told me pointedly not to drink his beer and I learned another important lesson: never say that you study gender and sexuality in college. Saying this led to a very off-putting stretch of conversation during which the man proceeded to talk about how when he was young he too explored sexuality. Not knowing what to say, Melody and I fell back on feigning complete ignorance. I for one would have preferred complete ignorance of what he said – sometime it is indeed bliss.
Before the quiche had fully cooked the night guard for the hostel came in to put his dinner in the refrigerator. He told engaged Melody and I in an awkward conversation for about five minutes during which time he told me pointedly not to drink his beer and I learned another important lesson: never say that you study gender and sexuality in college. Saying this led to a very off-putting stretch of conversation during which the man proceeded to talk about how when he was young he too explored sexuality. Not knowing what to say, Melody and I fell back on feigning complete ignorance. I for one would have preferred complete ignorance of what he said – sometime it is indeed bliss.
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