Look. Let me be the first to say that my friend Romy is smart. Not just regular smart either: Maximum Smart (as her Thai travel buddy would say).
Let me also be the first to say that she is complete snob when it comes to pop culture. She finds it disdainful that I am entertained by magazines like Heat and Hello, she doesn't know that Reese and Jake have broken up and she wouldn't know who Miley Cyrus was if she bit her on the cheek.
Not last night but the one before, Romy and her bloke spend the night at the Melrose Arch Hotel. They're between homes and get an excellent deal, and besides, it's nice there. The following morning, said Bloke heads to the office and Romy, who's first meeting is a little later that morning, takes her time to check out. On entering the lobby, she notices a young Black man at the nucleus of an entourage. She looks. Looks again. And walks to the elevator.
The man in question (and his Peeps) follow her.
Man: "Hi. Where are you from?"
Romy: "South Africa. Where are you from?
Man: "America."
Romy: "Oh. What are you up to here?"
Man: "I'm here for the World Cup."
Romy: "Nice. Are you a soccer player?"
(Peeps burst into hysterical fits of laughter)
Man: "No. My name's Akon. I'm singing in the Concert."
Nuff said.
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