As a treat, my girlfriend and I ordered sushi for dinner yesterday. When I opened the door for the delivery guy, the conversation went as follows:
Him: Hello, how was your day?
Me: Good thanks, it was my day off. How was yours?
Him: Good thanks. What do you do.
Me: I’m a mental health worker.
Him: Ah, do you know Mercy?
Him: Mercy. She’s a black girl.
Me: er… no.
Him: She works in mental health. She’s a nurse.
Him: But she’s a very stupid girl. I don’t like her.
Him: I saw her at the gym and she said, OK, next time I see you I’ll give you my number. So she gave me her number and I texted her a few times but she never replied. Then my phone was broken, so I don’t know if she ever texted back.
Him: Then I saw her again at the gym and I said, hi, how are you? And she went to the gym manager and told him that I had offended her. So I told him this story and he said, OK. I said, don’t tell her you know. It might make her feel stupid. So I just apologised, I said, I’m sorry if what I said to you upset you. And she said, OK. Did I do the wrong thing?
Me: It doesn’t sound like it.
Him: Thank you. Thank you so much. Have a lovely evening, sorry for telling you all this.
Me: It’s OK.
Him: It’s OK? Great, amazing! Thank you!
Then he left.