Phew! Where to begin?....
So, Thursday afternoon, I've just got back from lectures, it's throwing it down with rain, the flat is quiet. What to do, what to do...I needed some insoles for my shoes as my feet have been thoroughly defeated this week and perhaps some cheap speakers for my laptop so that I can actually hear bass notes. Where better to go than the "we sell anything" store, Don Quijote?
Umbrella ready, I stepped out into the streets and splashed through a few puddles in search of this Argos-esque store about a 10 minute walk from my accommodation.
Mission accomplished! There it stood, in its bright primary colours, radiating the smell of bargains...
Loving the store so far; so much cheap crap that I don't need. It was fun to lose myself in the aisles and their funny translations of stuff. I couldn't find the insoles so I asked a member of staff. Turns out they were hidden around a corner. One item down.
I round the bend to find the store information board listing the types of products to be found on each floor and I come across this 怪しい-looking guy, chatting on his mobile. He waves as I walk past. I look back again to see if it was me he was waving at: yep! Pretty sure I've never seen him before in my life so I ignore him and carry on looking for speakers....
A quick glance over my shoulder a minute later and I find that he's following me, quite determinedly! He stops me and speaks:
"Are you alone?"
"...."
"Are you free after this?"
"....um..I'm kinda busy..."
"You're really cute. Are you free tomorrow?"
"I've got plans..."
"Can I have your mobile number?"
"I haven't bought a phone.."
"Where do you live?"
"...."
"What's your name?"
"um...Sally?"
"What about the weekend? Are you free then?"
"My boyfriend is coming to see me...(take a hint!)"
"Ah...well, see you."
PHEW! Thank god....that was freaky!
A little creeped out, I continue ploughing the aisles....and, oh lord..here we go again!
"Hey"
".....(noooooo!!)"
"Can I give you my mobile number? You can use a pay-phone."
[He offers me 20円 and I decline.]
"Maybe if you have paper, you can write it down? (Perhaps he will leave me alone?)"
[He rummages through his bag and tears off a scrap of paper from an envelope.]
"Promise to call me?"
"...mn..."
"What time will you call tonight?"
"...dunno..(GO AWAY!!).."
"Well...goodbye."
[He pats my shoulder.]
Yes? ...Are we done? No, apparently not.
As I continue shopping, he continues to follow me, demanding constant reassurance that I do in fact call him. I say that I will, a blatant lie. He touches my shoulder again.
Another few aisles down and, bloody hell, he's there again.
"Promise you'll call me? You're really cute.."
[He touches my breast....wait, WHAT?!]
Yeah so at this point, I depart from this area of the store completely and disappear below ground (incidentally where I came across the speakers). I hide there for about 20 minutes, taking my time to seek out the best bargain, in the hope that when I re-emerge he will have vanished.
He had.
I purchase my items and make a hasty exit.
NOT shopping at somewhere like Don Quijote by myself again!!
...oh, and just for the record: I will NOT be calling '三戸しげる'.
Oh dear god I can't believe that actually happened. You hear word of this sort of thing going on all the time but never expect it to.
ReplyDeleteAlso, should have slapped him one or something :)