A friendly, inebriated man who spoke broken English (maybe it was just drunken English) interrupted my walk this afternoon. He asked me to call his wife so he could get a ride home. I called, but his wife did not come pick him up. The man thanked me kindly, shook my hand, kissed it, then stumbled on his way. I called the police station to report a gentleman in need of assistance.
At least I wasn't frightened - like the time in a taxi cab in Chicago when the driver asked if I was married. Then he said, "Oh, that eez OK. I keell heem for you. Then we get married." Perhaps that was a compliment in whatever country he came from!
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