Today after getting off class, I accidentally ran into this old man with weird glasses. I didn't "run" into this "old" man (he's actually not that old, but it flows with the story). I was actually walking back to the dorms and minding my own business of looking at the ground when he stopped me and asked, "Are you a student?"
Now, there are a lot of weird/creepy solicitors out here on campus every day and I guess my anti-solicitor instinct was turned off at that particular time of the day because I stopped and said yes. At first I thought that he was lost and needed help finding some building, but nope I was wrong. He had this weird accent that I couldn't quite understand. He started handing me out these books on Hinduism and Buddhism and asked me if I knew what "karma" was or if I knew who Socrates was and what a "monk" was and who "Gandhi" was. I just sort of stood there nodding. He handed me these two books into my hand and then started asking me what major I was and if I was an undergrad or a grad student. Then he said I looked like a "movie star" and that I had nice "hair". Creep.
I didn't understand the point of our conversation until he asked me if I would donate any money to his organization which I still don't know what it was about. It seemed pretty cult-ish and if not cult-ish, pretty fishy to me. I told him I didn't have any money. I wasn't lying too. Then he persisted on asking me if I had anything valuable - anything. He was getting desperate. I even showed him my empty bag and only told him I have homework and nothing else. And the man snatched the books away from my hands. What a butt-hole. I would have lied anyways if I did have the money because creepy weird glasses men cannot be trusted.
The moral of the story is that not all old people are created equal. There are the good. And then there are the ones like creepy weird glasses man trying to jip me of my money.
