You know, using a cane just puts a big blinking sign on your back that says 'TARGET HERE! TARGET HERE!'. I only need the cane for when I'm standing still, if I'm walking, I use it, but only because -- well, it's in my hand.
What IS it with these pakistani men? No hubby (this time) but ... well, for instance, yesterday. I stop at the pound store and pick up a few bowls. I'm next in line as this chicky at the registers fishes 5 quid in pennys out of her coin purse. I wait. and wait. This older guy blasts by the line (about 6 deep now) and when the chicky leaves, steps up to the register.
Me: I'm sorry not, but I'm next. *steps up to register*
Him: But I only have this small thing *waves toy truck*
Me: I'm next.
Him: But I come from the other side!
Me: I don't care if you came on a mission from god, I'm next. *looks significatly at cashier, who takes my order*
Don't cut in front of the grandmother, or you will feel the Wrath of the Cane.
Then today-- now this was strange, and I'm going to ask hubby about it. I'm walking home from the hospital, and this young paki kid comes by, and starts walking next to me.
During this whole thing, he's got him mobile in front of his face, and he's punching buttons.
Him: hello.
Me: nods
Him: are you christian?
Me: no.
Him: are you jewish?
Me: no.
Him: what is your name?
Me: *ignores him*
Him: can I help you?
Me: sighs, and crosses the street.
Him: *crosses the street too*
Him: Do I know you?
Me: Go away.
Him: Do you live around here?
Me: GO AWAY.
Him: I think you are a new muslim.
Me: I think you need to GO AWAY.
He finally did, but by now I was almost home, and I didn't even want him knowing where I lived. I checked around before letting myself into the flat, but it really bugged me. He LOOKED like a muslim (just over from pakistan, but the many layers of clothing, he was cold in this climate) his beard was man sized, but his face and body build was young. He kept LOOKING AT ME, which you have to understand, by muslim rules is BLOODY RUDE. And he kept FOLLOWING me. And he wasn't going away. It was just -- not normal.
What IS it with these pakistani men? No hubby (this time) but ... well, for instance, yesterday. I stop at the pound store and pick up a few bowls. I'm next in line as this chicky at the registers fishes 5 quid in pennys out of her coin purse. I wait. and wait. This older guy blasts by the line (about 6 deep now) and when the chicky leaves, steps up to the register.
Me: I'm sorry not, but I'm next. *steps up to register*
Him: But I only have this small thing *waves toy truck*
Me: I'm next.
Him: But I come from the other side!
Me: I don't care if you came on a mission from god, I'm next. *looks significatly at cashier, who takes my order*
Don't cut in front of the grandmother, or you will feel the Wrath of the Cane.
Then today-- now this was strange, and I'm going to ask hubby about it. I'm walking home from the hospital, and this young paki kid comes by, and starts walking next to me.
During this whole thing, he's got him mobile in front of his face, and he's punching buttons.
Him: hello.
Me: nods
Him: are you christian?
Me: no.
Him: are you jewish?
Me: no.
Him: what is your name?
Me: *ignores him*
Him: can I help you?
Me: sighs, and crosses the street.
Him: *crosses the street too*
Him: Do I know you?
Me: Go away.
Him: Do you live around here?
Me: GO AWAY.
Him: I think you are a new muslim.
Me: I think you need to GO AWAY.
He finally did, but by now I was almost home, and I didn't even want him knowing where I lived. I checked around before letting myself into the flat, but it really bugged me. He LOOKED like a muslim (just over from pakistan, but the many layers of clothing, he was cold in this climate) his beard was man sized, but his face and body build was young. He kept LOOKING AT ME, which you have to understand, by muslim rules is BLOODY RUDE. And he kept FOLLOWING me. And he wasn't going away. It was just -- not normal.