So, at about 2AM last night, I went for a walk down the Curry Mile. It's a place in Manchester that has roughly half the world's Indian restaurants, hence the name. I'd bought a Boost (yum!) and was making my way back when a small woman walked up beside me and initiated conversation.
"'scuse me, have you got 50p hnrfrnr." Her voice is cracked.
"I've no change on me, I'm afraid." I respond, with a mouthful of Boost.
A moment's silence.
"Ah ye looking for a good tahme?" The bottom falls out of my stomach.How could she tell?
"I'm alright, thank you. I'd much rather a life of misery, and chocolate." I wave the Boost as an example; an attempt at lightheartedness to veil the involuntary snark.
"Ah ye sure? Ah can show you a good tahme..." As she begins to walk at my flank, I suspect this will continue for some time.
"I'm fine, thank you very much." I search my brain for a better response in preparation for when she asks me again.
"Y'sure? Ah..." She spots someone to the side. She pauses for a moment, torn between following me and going to talk to this other man.
"Y'alright?" She shouts, her rusted throat barely screeching out the words. As I continue on, eyes fixed ahead, I hear the beginning of her new conversation.
"'scuse me, have you got 50p...." I shudder, and walk a little faster.
It was a bit weird, though I couldn't help laugh/gag at the idea of what exactly she would do for 50p.
Have you ever had a similar encounter? If not, what is the weirdest encounter you've had whilst out late at night?