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A firstThere was a tv advert a while ago, back when I actually still got to watch tv. Ok, this is badly phrased, as I expect there are still tv adverts now. Maybe I should have included the word 'specific' in there somewhere. Disregard this randomness.
This advert - being the one that I am thinking of - had the tagline "when did you last do something for the first time?". Today I had a first: today is the first time a random stranger has ever tried to sell me drugs. Woo!
Basically, on my way home from work I stopped in the public toilets at Waltham Cross, and from this point on it naturally becomes difficult to talk about with any degree of dignity; short form is that two guys came out of the single cubicle (and the area isn't exactly known as a cottaging hotspot). One of them was working with something over a sink while the other one kept an eye on me.
Actually, screw dignity in storytelling, the fact of the matter is that while you're standing at a urinal you have your back to the world, and this guy was slightly tense, so I was mentally psyching myself up to having to elbow him into the wall or something, whether my equipment was in or out. But I refused to be hurried out by them too, and I think that's what worked, because I finished what I needed to do, went to the free sink (next to Mr Preperation) and washed my hands. The guy watching me relaxed visibly at this point; I guess I wasn't a running for a member of staff, a personal threat or a representative of the law.
So, opening his hands and showing me a bag of something or other he asked (in a strong accent) "smoke?". If in doubt, be honest - I just said "no, not at all". I went and dried my hands, which again left me with my back to them, but the tension had gone. I suppose after not buying anything there was a risk of getting mugged, but I was still refusing to be intimidated and hopefully if there was any hostile ideas that put them off. And I left.
Maybe this story lacks the excitement and drama I'm trying to convey. But we're talking about a small space here, three people crowds the damn area, and this guy was definately watching me for trouble.
Perhaps more worryingly I've been approached for drugs on several occasions. Maybe I just look shifty? Or it's the beard and hair - I've had a few hippy references thrown my way.
So, anyway, I apologise for sharing such a poor story with you.
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Anyway, i thought it was a very interesting story. Note to self: no public toilets.
i think it is the beard...
it is evil!
or at least that is obviously what those people were thinking!
(^_^)
Sycadelic fame wolf? Captin of the magic bus?
I got more.