Post Series: The not so glamorous side of travel
A Florentine molesting.
Back in 2011 my friend Sal and I hopped off a train in the Tuscan capital of Florence early in our Euro 2011 vacation.
We spent the day of galavanting the city, eating copious amounts of Italian food and roaming around the impressive Santa Maria Cathedral.
We were on our way back to the station to take our overnight train down to Syracuse and had a few minutes to kill.
Sal wanted to stop in McDonald’s to take advantage of some free wifi.
We sat in the back of the restaurant near the entrance to the bathrooms. A man comes over a few minutes later (after we had both used the bathroom) and asked us where to go in. In his defense the bathroom set up was rather strange.
He leaves and carries on about his business. He then comes out of the bathroom and said thanks for telling him where to go and then begins chatting us up. Says he’s visiting from Cairo, tells us about his wife back home and does the kissy cheek thing with us. Then again. Ok, getting weird but whatever.
He walks away. Sal and I are talking and then:
all of a sudden I can feel slimy lips sliding down my neck.
What in the literal fuck?!
Sally freaks out and hits him. We both start yelling at the McD’s bathroom molester.
We grabbed our bags and got the fuck out immediately.
Anyone have any experience with creepers getting molesty while you were traveling?
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