excerpts from Glasgow

him (approaching): excuse me, excuse me

me: yes.

him: can u spare some coins for me

me: sorry (starts walking away)

him: but I heard some jiggling from yr pocket..

me (stopping and turning around to face him): so, u heard jiggling!

him: yes, plz give me some money

me: u mean this (takes keys out of pocket)

him: plz give me some money

me (putting keys back into pocket and just waiting)

him (approaching until we r almost face-to-face): give me a pound, now!

me (smiling and saying nothing, noticing his bad-breath)

him (reaching for his belt)

me (still smiling but not a word being said)

him (hearing his 2 friends laughing and calling him to hurry): turns around and just walks away

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Nice story, ha! 

well, he has been drinking for sure, a little kid! I think he was no more than 20. It was a Saturday night and I was on my way to the nearby mosque and in a hurry because I was a bit late! He heard a jiggling and simply decided to come over and ask for some money! 

They do have a reputation for drinking at this city! Maybe I should`ve given him what he wants but I just didn`t! : stubbornness:  

I guess if he made any move I would have reacted, even with his 2 friends I guess they would`ve fled the minute they saw I`m not giving-in for their game. 

منيح اللي ما أكلنا قتلة! 

:P

lessons learned: 

*never go through the rear street at night, especially if it`s on a  

  weekend

** Stop playing hero and simply keep walking, don`t engage in 

     conversations

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قتلة : علقة ساخنة / ضرابة