I get stopped a lot when I'm travelling, particularly abroad. Once or twice it's been by the police, random ID checks, problem with a passport, that sort of thing.
Mostly I'm button-holed by people wanting me to give them money; a hand always seems to shoot out the moment I pass any door way. Quite a problem in Bordeaux, I must have some variant on the pied piper gene, this happened all the time, yet in Toulouse yesterday, not a thing, not a hand, nada.
And when it's not that kind of importuning, then it's something on these lines:
"Sir...Sir.., stop, you look tired, you want to relax ? You need sex?"
True, I am tired. Yes, I would like to relax. The other thing? I do. Just not with you. Absolutely not.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
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