Today after a small run I studied a little bit on a bench on the Paseo Nuevo. I went for super guiri mode, with socks 'n' birkenstocks and a New York hoodie. And I sat there, thinking "how awesome that this isn't France/that there are no Moroccan guys walking along here who would make me feel nervous and harassed". Of course, as I was walking the ten steps back to my house, I had to pass an old man carrying a fearsome cane, who decided it would be fucking hilarious to slightly step towards me as I passed by and freaking YELL into my ear, "QUÉ me dices!!"
.... Can't people just leave other people the fuck alone? Grumble, grumble.
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