Now you'll never know!Quote:
Originally Posted by Psychotic
Also, Kaycee, you're just hawt. That's probably why. ;D
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Now you'll never know!Quote:
Originally Posted by Psychotic
Also, Kaycee, you're just hawt. That's probably why. ;D
Me and a friend have had a guy tell us he was in a car accident, so he no longer has his car, and that's why has has cuts and a MASSIVE black eye. He was asking us for change to get the bus home. For the first time, out of all the times I've had these kinds of stupid stories I told the truth when I said we had no change (we'd used every last penny on the car parking ticket). Obviously his story was a load of bulltrout anyway.
If we are going to count people coming up to you asking for money/ride/whatever then that has happened to me several times. I'll give out some spare change, but that's about it, and even that is rare of me to do.
The weirdest one was when I was in a plaza that had a Subway in it. From the entrance you could see the the bathroom. Some teenager was in there with the door wide open all by himself. He was standing up and had all his clothes on, but still...kind of weird. He spots me and all of a sudden starts to sing Fallout Boy's song that says something about boxing a sugar cube. He is even doing the whole air guitar thing. As I am ordering, he comes up to me, claims that I look EXACTLY like the lead singer of Fallout Boy (I do not). He went back to singing the song for a bit and followed me out of the restaurant. I notice at this point that the Subway workers are also frantically dialing the phone.
I knew this was coming, but he suddenly switched his tone and said that he needed train fare. Told him the best I could do was some change, so I handed him probably 20some cents hoping that he would stick around because I figured the Subway people were calling the cops. I wanted this kid to be caught.
So anyway, he then goes back to his goofy mode and asks for $200.
I had enough. I asked him if he is on drugs. He didn't have the chance to answer me completely because that's when a cop came by and waved him over. The cops moved faster than I thought and came out of NOWHERE. I guess this thing happens all the time at that plaza now. It's kind of weird because while the area isn't the best, it's mainly surrounded by well off people.
My girlfriend also got begged a few months later by a woman. I have since resolved to simply say, "I'm calling the cops," next time that happens.
EDIT: Sorry about all the multiple posts. I went to edit my story to fill some parts that didn't offer enough explanation then the whole thing went nuts. Fixed now.
I got propositioned at least 13 times a day for three days while I was in Thailand. It loses its effect. Even when it is a 12 year old boy, or a smokin' hot ladyboy.
a wet mouth's a wet mouth. you missed a trick there.
The best part about being me is that I look like a 12 year old boy so in ten years of retail no one has ever creeped on me at work. (SPOILER)And I've managed to avoid the people with 12 year old boy fetishesQuote:
Originally Posted by FreyaActually it was when I was working at a convenient store! The creepers that pop in there late at night, oh man.Quote:
Originally Posted by fierytempest
I'm willing to bet that it would be like shagging sandpaper in this case.Quote:
Originally Posted by Cuchulainn
an old guy kept looking at my penis at a urinal once
i was a little uncomfortable but i understood cos frankly i'd stare too
The only thing that ever happens to me is begging for money, but sometimes the stories people make up as to why they need money are pretty amusing.
A couple of guys once told me they wanted some money. They said they didn't want to lie and told me straight up they needed it to buy some vodka. This honesty took me aback and I found it so endearing that I actually gave them some money. I mean, how often does this kind of thing happen? :jess:
One other time, just before the last Christmas, a big Moustached man started telling me how he needs money for his family, etc. He was kinda too close for my tastes - he was constantly shaking my hand and would sometimes embrace me with his other arm and whisper parts of the story into my ear. I then gave him some money, but he kept asking and would not let go of my hand. Thien I gave hime some more, and though he kept asking, I even showed him that my wallet was now completely empty. He then sincerely thanked me and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. I remember feeling filthy and violated afterward. I had nightmares about him for days. :cry:
Your problems will only be solved when you stop giving people money.Quote:
Originally Posted by The White Wizard of Fynn
The moustached guy was big and scary and could have easily knocked me out and robbed :(Quote:
Originally Posted by Roto13Your problems will only be solved when you stop giving people money.Quote:
Originally Posted by The White Wizard of Fynn
If someone starts telling you a sob story, roll your eyes and they'll jump to the end. Try it, it works.
that reminds me once i was in cardiff and a drunk scotsman (10am) came up to me and asked for 50p i didnt have change and he was like thats ok friend what is your name and i said parker and he said god bless you parker and he grabbed my hand and i thought i was going to die but instead he kissed my hand and walked away. his lips were wet
i spent one night in hamburgs red light district and i got more propositions than there are in this thread
im not sure that counts though