My second scary event since I came to London happened today on my way back from Sweden. (The first one was ironically on my way back home, taking the night bus to Heathrow...)
The long trip from my tiny town to London went well (dragging my 25kg suitcase and two hand luggages!
) and as I was getting out from Gloucester Road Station at about 9pm I felt relieved to be home soon, but it was too early for me to relax...
I had just stepped out of the station when a man called after me, at first I didn't react as I thought he didn't mean me, but he came chasing after me. He said that I had something on my back and as I looked back on my suitcase I noticed a few stains of ketchup on it.
The man said that I had it ll over my back and he wanted to help me wipe it away. He even ran and got some tissues. I said that I could wipe it off myself but he kept insisting that he should do it.
I'd started to suspect something as soon as he started insisting that I should wipe the ketchup off right then and there in front of the station. I mean sure, telling someone they've got something on their clothes is common manners, but anything more than that is just too much isn't it?
Anyhow as I'd started suspecting him I wouldn't let him get to my back. I asked him to hand me the tissues as he was so persistent, but he wouldn't. Then I said that I'd just wash it off when I got home, but he objected that I had "too much" on my back.
What kind of an argument is that?
In the end he gave up and I went half running back to my hall.
When I got back I checked my jacket and there were only a few stains on the bottom of it, that when I felt sure that the man probably was planning to pickpocket me if I'd let him get to me. I did some internet research and this is apparently a really old trick. I should've guessed sooner... That's what you get for being a gullable country bumpkin'
I felt so mad at the time,
I mean, now I have to laundry my thick winter coat! God knows if the ketchup comes off!
In the end I'm happy that nothing happened tho. That guy probably thought I looked like an easy target, a small girl carrying loads of luggage and stuff, walking alone at night. I just have to get bigger and more scary looking I guess... ^^
Well that's about it, I just had to get this experience off my chest.
Try to avoid the London nightbus as well folks, ppl are smoking more than cigarettes on it. Clubs I'm in