Continuing my weird moments outstation...
2) Geneva : Who's this taxi guy ?
I like it when good moments happen. when u get a present, when you won a game or contest or when u win an iphone or ps3...u know,just anything any teen would want. except...when u expect something good to happen, it might be the wrong day for u to think about that cuz the next thing u know, u lose a video game that u just bought a few hours or days ago (believe me, that's the only time anyone can experience boys crying and shedding tears.like me when i lost a video game i bought in london and the next week when i came back home, i lost it.) Anyways,these are one of my worst moments at another country. for some reason, if something even worst happened during that time, i wouldnt be able to post this or even get to see my family anymore.
About 2 years ago during december, my family and i went to london and geneva for 2 weeks. we stayed in london for 4 days,went to geneva for 6 days, and went back to london for another 4 days. during my stay in geneva, we checked in to a hotel which was rite next to lake geneva. it was our 4th day there and we went on a bus tour on that day. now u wouldnt believe what i went into (or what actually came to me) just before the bus tour.
Half an hour before the tour started, my grandpa and i went for a walk around the shops nearby. as much as i hate walking with my grandpa in a really cold and busy environment, i didnt really mind this one. we just walked and walked and soon we turned around and walked back to the bus station.so i was just chillin next to him when he stopped at a cafe that was exactly opposite the road and on the other side of the road was the bus stop. well i told him that i wanted to go back to the bus stop cuz it was rite there,opposite the cafe. but my grandpa can get kinda grumpy and i didnt think i wanted to be told off in front of public.
We sat on a table outside that cafe and my grandpa ordered a hot cup of cocoa,but i didnt order anything. so he told me to wait outside with the cocoa while he went inside to go to the toilet. now i was thinking, when he went in the bar to go to the loo, it was more of a bar then a cafe,since the inside was much louder and noisier than the environment out here.well,i just thought "hmm...what to do? he went in there already. theres nothing i can do. im scared to go in a bar anyways,just incase i get molested or something."
So i just waited there until....came along this weirdo taxi driver who looked like he drank a whole jug of wine. i didnt realize him yet, until that skunk actually came from behind me and sat on my grandpas chair! i swear, i was thinking "what the heck is he doing?!?" he was smoking and he had a grey beard. he was wearing a coat and a beanie and he smelt like a living tuna. then he started talking to me and i didnt understand anything. it was like he sounded emotional or something so maybe thats why he came to me and he thought i was an angel ( LOOOL! ). then he started touching the table then he walked off and i just kept quiet. i din know where he went after that but i thing he should find his own homosexual friend. so about a few seconds when he left, my grandpa came back -_- . i still kept quiet,he drank his cup and we went back to the bus station.
Maybe that taxi dude wasnt gay after all. cuz he was in the bus station! plus, he saw me and went out and drove off with his taxi. i was thinking "phew...thank you god". then my mum told me that that guy was being a pervert and checking their skirts and all. so basically, that perverted skunk is now outta my life. and i thought i was gonna get kidnapped! i mean, who would kidnap an ugly and scaredy-cat looking kid who where glasses and looks like a loner?
Oh wait, that guy was exactly like me at that time,except he didnt wear glasses. No wonder he came to me....
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