As I was leaving the library this afternoon, I got hit on by a drunk who wanted to know if I spoke Chinese. Or Korean.
While I was walking away, he was, like, "Aw, c'mon! You know what I want!"
Ewwww....
Can I has brain bleach now?
While I was walking away, he was, like, "Aw, c'mon! You know what I want!"
Ewwww....
Can I has brain bleach now?
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nauseated
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"A faceful of half-digested kimchee?"
I've found that, for all that you'd think that it wouldn't do a bit of good, a simple "No. Go away and leave me alone." works better than any obscenity-laced threat or violent reaction. At least, with the scaly lizard men of the Mission, who seemed to uniformly think that I was 'out for a stroll' anytime I left the house for a couple of years. Ew.
That is both disturbing and pretty damn funny. Or, at least, your account of it is pretty funny. Sorry you had to have that experience, but usually it's best just to ignore.
I know! Apparently he was hanging out in the park, based on where I ran into him. I just hope none of the kids from the day camp program ran into him (they go swimming in the pool in the park every day).