Today I've been automotively molested by a gypsy woman.
No, really. I was about to get in my car, I already had the door open, when the woman approached me begging some coins. She had arranged her... purse... sack... heapof woolly crap... to simulate a fake small child, then started asking. I refused her the money and she insisted, I refused again and sat in the car. She held the door open, forcing it against my pull, and continued asking. At that point I was clearly quite annoyed, so I looked her straight in the eyes and repeated a gentle but very decisive "no". My father, who had just sat in the passenger seat, said something about the police, and at that point she suddenly let go of the door and made as if she was walking away. I followed her as she crossed the street and seemingly went away. Then I started to back up from the parking spot, very slowly as I couldn't see the approaching cars, then I moved even slower, then I finally waited for some car to pass until a guy in a van stopped to let me out (he wanted to get in the parking spot). So, I was finally getting out of the spot (reversing for the least amount of time as possible, as I usually do), and then I saw the gypsy woman, with her former alleged small baby now transformed back to the actual purse it had always been, walking past my car passing from behind.
She had got back, for some reason, I think faking a hit from my car, and then changed her mind, probably because I was so slow and careful and the guy in the van was now watching the entire scene as the perfect witness.
I was very lucky, and now I'm trying to rationalize and fight back some instinctual racism.
