July – ’07
A friend of mine was visiting for a few days so I’ve had a hectic weekend but enjoyed catching up with him as well.
I dropped him at his cousin’s place on Sunday evening and decided to walk it home as the weather was nice, which is rare for a city like London.
Just to give you a bit of background before I go on with the story, Sussex Gardens is known for its prostitution and illegal activities in the middle of the night and unfortunately, it’s on the way home for me.
Well, I was walking down Sussex Gardens and listening to my IPOD when I noticed that this Latino lady walking quickly towards me. Since these women tend to approach anything that is walking on the street, I was not too flattered and continued walking right past her until …
Omar: *tip top tip top (walking sound)*
Prostitute: Excuse me! (shakira type accent)
Omar: *shuffle shuffle (pausing IPOD and trying to avoid eye contact with the latina) Yes?
Prostitute: Are you looking for someone?
Omar: No (as I continued to tip top my way ahead of her)
Prostitue: Are you Javier? (Pronounced Havier of course)
Omar: *looking back* …No
As I continued to walk down Sussex Gardens… I decided to flip through my IPOD to try to find some more music for the rest of the walk.
As I was walking along and humming to my music, a South American guy literally walked right into me. The poor guy was saying “excuse me” for quite some time but since I was blasting my music on my headphones, I couldn’t hear a thing.
Random Stranger: Excuse me? (Very loudly)
Random Stranger: Are you from here?
Omar: Well, I have been here for a few years now
Random Stranger: Do you know this place well?
Omar: Sure, I moved here a few months ago and am quite familiar with the area. Can I help you? Are you trying to find a …
Random Stranger: (cutting me off) Where are sex women?
Omar: Excuse me?
Random Stranger: Where can I find the woman for sex? (as he looks straight in my eyes and desperate for some direction)
Omar: Oh, I’m not sure, sorry.
Random Stranger: Fine (as he quickly crossed the street and continued walking …)
Omar: Umm, actually if you go straight ahead, you will find a few women on the side alleys over there..
Random Stranger: Thank you (as he turned around and continued to walk with a huge grin!)
Omar: (I turn back) Are you Javier?
Random Stranger: YES (in excitement and keen to find his Latina Lover)
Omar: Well…um, this woman was looking for you… Just walk a few minutes down this road and she is on the right side.
Random: Thank you (as he starts jogging!)
Omar: Um, no problem?
As I continued walking to Lancaster Gate, I was disturbed with what had just happened. I can’t believe that I just helped a client find his prostitue. I took out my cell phone and called a friend of mine to share what had just happened. Unfortunately, my friend didn’t want to focus on my story and just continued to shout at me – “Why did you stop when a stranger approached you? Not once, but twice! Don’t ever speak to strangers!!!”
I guess the moral of the story is not to speak with random strangers on the street. ha ha!