Real-life Wanker

Have you ever desperately wanted toast in the middle of the night? Let's say 4 am? Well probably not because at that time, people will be sleeping like angels. But since I don't sleep and also since I am not an angel, I started craving for toast in the middle of the night. But you need bread to make toast, which is the one thing I didn't have. But the south is just unbeatable for these type of cravings. We're so advanced that we have 24 hour convenience stores which are actually bakeries who know all about our southern cravings and have been clever enough to open up a shop full of goody goodies to die for. At least I'd die for them, but there's no need for me to die for them. The Euro does just fine. So I just when down to this shop. The smell was heavenly, the smell of bread being baked is probably as close to the Pearly Gates as one can get. And since I was there, then I didn't just stop at the bread. Don't these shop owners know how to display their wares. And don't I just walk into their trap every single time?! So I was looking at the ham, the cheese, things like that. And somehow I dropped a 2Euro coin and a 5 cents Euro coin. Instinctively I bent down to pick them. And swore at my nails in the process. There is a lot a girl can do with long embellished nails, but picking up coins isn't one of them. And I tried tried tried and finally I managed to get the 2 Euro coin. Seeing I could sense this man very intent on what I was doing, or on what my butt was doing, I just left the 5 cents and proceeded to pay. I felt terribly shy, this man was looking at my butt, and let's put it this way, it is not my best asset. So thoughts of a stranger laughing at my butt at 4 in the morning were not very welcome. Stranger finally left.. phew. I paid, smiled politely at a joke the shopkeeper cracked and left. Now, at 4 in yesterday's morning I wasn't exactly dressed to kill. Just a pair of pants and a top probably 4 years old. I didn't want to kill, I just wanted my toast. And then it happened. I went back to my car tried opening the door and this silver car almost rams into me. An old man, as old as the hills of all the countries of the world pokes his head out and says, 'ejja, ha dduqu, ma nhallikx b'xejn ta, mitt Euro' while fiddling with his nether parts. And I, stupid I, couldn't even scream. Worse to come... he grabbed my arm with his hand and God knows where that hand had been. He kept insisting, I just said no no no no let me go. He wouldn't, and kept pressing me. Until i finally decided to open my car door anyway, to hell with my car, I wanted to damage his. He deserved it. That was probably the best move I've ever made, he left off. What a wanker! And I still couldn't move for a couple of seconds. Then I just threw my goods on the passenger seat and left off. Now I'm not exactly a prude, and I know that things like these happen. But they haven't happened to me in probably 5 years now. I thought that the dirty old men had grown up and died. Seems not. A stranger offering you to be groped in the middle of the night is not something very welcoming. It really shook me up. There was no way I looked like a whore, more like a mara tad-dar buying bread to feed her imaginary kids. So.... did I look so desperate? Oh God, did I really? I hope I'll never find out. Because I do not go off with strangers offering me a 100Euro in the middle of the night. One thing, a 100 Euro is way too little for my efforts. Another thing... now if only it had been a Mr. Big.....