usted es un perdedor de las cosas, un perdedor de la gente?

I tore everything out of my suitcase and ripped everything to shreds looking for a single wallet-sized item.  I finally found it in an unlikely place and went back to work at a restuarant where I roll up sticks for customers.  There are two different types of stick orders.  The type that fold up naturally because of the way they are constructed.  And the other kind that I have to force more, and bundle.  I never saw anyone eat the sticks, but they ordered them and I filled the orders.

Two monks I thought were my friends got angry because I spoke to them informally.  At first they looked like my friends, but then they were clearly not.  "I thought you were my friends," I said. 

"We are not, and you cannot speak to us like that," they said from their blue robes.  I walked into the adjacent convenience store.