I’m DELIGHTED to share that there is a British Boy’s Soccer team staying in the hotel where I’m currently shacked up. I got home last night to find a lobby full of antsy limbs and ADORABLE ACCENTS. And so when I found myself in the elevator with one of them this morning, I couldn’t help but try and make a moment.
Me: What sport do you guys play?
Child (with adorable accent): Football.
Me: THAT IS SO CUTE, DO YOU MEAN SOCCER?
Me: Please say it one more time.
Me: I LOVE YOU, THAT’S AMAZING, DO YOU HAVE A GAME TODAY?
Child nods, terrified.
The elevator opens and the boys runs off of it like it’s on fire, or like I actually am Fire.
Me: HAVE A GREAT GAME JUST LMK IF YOU WANT TO HANG OUT LATER AND SAY WORDS TO ME