Oh have I ever. San Diego Comic Con, early 2000s. A 16 year old me is walking around exploring downtown San Diego when a merchant marine from Johannesburg asks for my help. He needs help finding a hotel where the ladies take off their clothes. He gives me a piece of paper with the name of a hotel scribbled on it that he said he paid his taxi driver 200 bucks for. I go with him to some telephones across the street and look it up in the phone book (which was a thing at the time), but I can't find the hotel in there. While I'm searching, the dude meets a kindly contractor and asks for his help finding some naked ladies. "Oh, you want a hooker?" the contractor asks and the merchant marine confirms. The contractor explains the hotel we were looking for is gone and the guy got scrumpt, but he knows where to find a hooker.
So we walk a block or two to some hotel the contractor knows. When we get close the contractor asks if the marine has money to pay for a hooker. Dude pulls out a fat wad of hundreds. Contractors is like, "woah put that away, you can't take that in with you or you're gonna get robbed." Dude says he'll hide it in a bush, but the contractor shoots that down. Then he asks me to hold his cash while he goes to bang a hooker. He'll pay me 100 bucks and he'll be quick like a rabbit he says. That was a little much for me so I told them I had to get back to the convention and left.
cansada_de_los_todos on January 9th, 2021 at 16:39 UTC »
Childhood trauma gang where you at
GravyBus on January 9th, 2021 at 17:26 UTC »
Oh have I ever. San Diego Comic Con, early 2000s. A 16 year old me is walking around exploring downtown San Diego when a merchant marine from Johannesburg asks for my help. He needs help finding a hotel where the ladies take off their clothes. He gives me a piece of paper with the name of a hotel scribbled on it that he said he paid his taxi driver 200 bucks for. I go with him to some telephones across the street and look it up in the phone book (which was a thing at the time), but I can't find the hotel in there. While I'm searching, the dude meets a kindly contractor and asks for his help finding some naked ladies. "Oh, you want a hooker?" the contractor asks and the merchant marine confirms. The contractor explains the hotel we were looking for is gone and the guy got scrumpt, but he knows where to find a hooker.
So we walk a block or two to some hotel the contractor knows. When we get close the contractor asks if the marine has money to pay for a hooker. Dude pulls out a fat wad of hundreds. Contractors is like, "woah put that away, you can't take that in with you or you're gonna get robbed." Dude says he'll hide it in a bush, but the contractor shoots that down. Then he asks me to hold his cash while he goes to bang a hooker. He'll pay me 100 bucks and he'll be quick like a rabbit he says. That was a little much for me so I told them I had to get back to the convention and left.
lauressia on January 9th, 2021 at 17:41 UTC »
When you basically can't say no to anyone? Yeah, yeah i think so. I'd probably let someone cut me up if they asked me.