Ignoring InstructionsWhen I was small, a friend of mine waved a big plastic bottle at me and asked me if I "wanted some drinking yoghurt?" I pointed out the "do not drink" label, but no, he was convinced this was a big jug of a particularly strange, liquid yoghurt that was briefly popular in the 70s.
He was sick for hours, after consuming a suprisingly large quantity of washing liquid.
What instructions have you ignored?
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chthonic, Thu 4 May 2006, 11:24)
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Foreign tourist tips ignored.* Don't accept food/drink/drugs off complete strangers!
... Or you can end up like me and my girlfriend whilst in India. Trapped in a house in the middle of the night, trying to ignore the threats of our power crazy and completely psychotic host.
Originally he was a friendly Kashmerean bookstore/jewellery store owner, with a good grasp of the subtleties of english language. He was a good host in his shop, putting on pink floyd, chatting about Hindu and Muslim philosophy, sharing chai etc..after two or three hours we accepted his invite for dinner with him...
Next thing we know we're in a flat with two other blokes (his cousin and brother) and he starts ordering THEM around to make food for us (which made us feel uneasy)...We gingerly ate the rice dish but not too much. He then rustles up a large spliff of incredibly strong Charras. I thought, Ok if he's smoking it then maybe it'll chill him out...
Wrong! Next thing he's shooing his brother and cousin out the room and starts insulting me! He tells my girlfriend he has wished for her and he loves her... His eyes glaze over at this point and he has a complete personality flip. He then starts babbling about 'us tourists are weak and we are in his territory'...
Trying to put thoughts of poisoned food or spiked joints to the back of my mind, and his intentions of 'loving my girlfriend'... His ramblings of possessing a gun really got to me... He then tried to seperate us whilst he performed 'Reiki healing' on my girlfriend...
Yeah right!
So we just make instant excuses and get the hell out of there...
But not before he squeezes my girlfriend in a thirty second hug, all the while sneering at me...
We manage to get away from him, but we must have been stinking of fear and confusion as suddenly we are nearly lost in the maze of dark, midnight streets...
we are soon surrounded by a pack of street dogs... barking crazily, baring foul teeth and ready to tear us apart.
Preparing ourselves to fight off the six or seven dogs, we were suddenly rescued by a hotel manager who had heard the dogs growling and barking. He lobbed a couple of wooden chairs at the biggest one - scattering the pack.
That man probably saved our lives.
There's a few morals in this somewhere.
No apologies (ever) for length.
(, Sat 6 May 2006, 10:39, Reply)
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