[QUOTE=Shawman;440102]Well in this evening's episode of BA pulls me in for a forced face-rape beso negro, and then farts in my mouth (pucker up sweetcheeks), I detail the daily installment of misadventure, this one from Saturday night.
Went to ness Saturday night. The place is a cramped little spot with friendly girls and better drink prices (but still too high by American standards). Music is loud, and latin, but not mariachi or merengue, so at least it isn't as bad as it could be.
However what you will find is that it is located in a dangerous place to be at night. One of kirchner's kidz (in his mid 50's) was lurking near some garbage on the street corner, probably playing with some rats, and spotted me from what had to be over 50 yards away. He would not get out of my face and he insisted that he worked for the club and that I needed to pay him 50 pesos to get in. I knew right away that he was full of shit, but my thoughts were to pay him to go away. The other thought was that I could bypass him now, buthe might get 5 other k kidz down there to wait for me to leave and then try again. I gave him 5 p for the hustle, but the obnoxious little bastard insisted that I owe him 50. I paid it just to get him out of my face. Oh yeah, he also tried to sell me drugs. I said no.
Not was I in there for more than 8 minutes before the manager introduced himself to me (in his mid 70's). He had an undershirt on underneath a sportcoat, and he had not shaved in a few days. A proper bum. One of kirchner's kidz. And true to the name of kirchner, he was begging from me near instantly. He even followed me outside asking for a tip. I mean, I tipped the bartender, I bought drinks, I chatted with a lady for a while (who was actually very cool), but I didn't take her up on her offer. I was trying to have a nice evening. Why would the manager get a tip if he didn't serve me, and I didn't take one of the girls with me? I brushed him off and started to walk towards the main street for a cab.
But the night was not over yet, oh no.
Lets not forget the first one that sniped me as I was walking towards Paraguay. He's baaaack. This time he wants me to follow him to an apartment because he says that its a privado. I don't really but I hear the girl barely answer after he holds the doorbell down and doesn't let up (what an absolute bane this guy is). She sounds cracked out. I have had enough. By this time the streetwalkers are making kissy noises at me. I am well past the point of having had enough. I take off to the nearest cab, and got out of that tar-pit.
But just when you think you are alright, the night is not over, oh no. Not with kirchner's kidz.
The cab driver (in his mid 50's) was trying to chat me up while taking me back to san telmo. My Spanish is poor, but I think he was ultimately trying to sell me cowboy shit. I said no. Then he tries to short change me. I call him on it, so he pumps the meter, right in front of my face. And little mf-er had a grin on his face the whole time. The audacity. I wanted to slap the taste out of his mouth. For the record, always make sure you count your change in this town. Short changing is done as easily as they draw breath around here. They have no issues jipping customers and lying over a few pesos.
So I guess you can take the joblessness out of the kirchner's kidz but you can't stop kirchner's kidz from begging on the job. Stay classy Argentina, and remember to take your a-hole pills.
But seriously, don't go anywhere other than san telmo, recoletta, or Puerto madero after dark, especially Saturday night. Something about Saturday night rings a clarion call to kirchner's kidz.[/QUOTE]Jesus Christ. Stand up for yourself. Stop whining, say no and move on. Go ahead and slap someone - put it on your bucket list.
