The ice cream man is usually the angriest person in the chow hall. I don't know if scooping ice cream is demeaning so they become angry or if that's where they stick the assholes because the other workers don't want to deal with them because they're angry. One was an actual terrorist and another was caught hoarding rat poison, just to give you an idea of the level of angry I'm talking about. Fucking angry.
This little ice cream guy is very nice. He smiles, says you're welcome, and my friend asked him the other day if he voted in the recent presidential elections and he proudly told him he had. He's very small for a grown man and cross eyed. Most Afghani's are small by American standards. As best I can tell the larger men must come from wealthy families and had the luxury of food during their childhood. For those of you who don't know me I'm only 5'4" and 115lbs. I'm not large by anyone's standards. (Except MW bc she's a bitch like that.) I don't eat sweets at home usually, because those are precious beer calories, but here I like to have a treat sometimes. ("Sometimes" is everyday.)
Imagine everything he says in a thick accent and very hard to understand.
Ice cream guy: "Why you muscle so small?"
Me: "I'm sorry, what?"
Ice cream guy: puts his hand around his incredibly small bicep "You muscle, why so small??"
Me: "Are you asking why my muscles are small?!"
Ice cream guy: "Yes."
Me: awkward laughter. "Uh because I'm a girl? Wait a minute, I'm bigger than you are!"
Ice cream guy: "You no bigger than me."
Me: "I am, you're a little fella. Cookies and cream please."
Ice cream guy: "You go to gym?"
Me: "Yes, but I'll try to work harder for you. Do you go to the gym?"
Ice cream man: "Yes, everyday."
Me: "You do not."
Ice cream man: "Yes, I do."
This went back and forth at least five more times.
Me: "You go to a gym... out there... And pick up heavy things repeatedly."
ICG: "Yes. You go to gym, you get big muscle."
Me: "Thank you for the tip. Have a nice day."
I just got told by the ice cream guy who I could probably carry in a back pack that I'm not beefy enough.
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