On the street parallel to where I live there is a place known as the San Vicente Inn. It's an infamous gay bed & breakfast really known for it's ill-repute. They have a pool and sell day passes however I have never been nor do I want to. I have long considered it a horrid den of syphilis.
I had to walk by it yesterday to get to the post office. I noticed some gross old guy had wandered out of the gate and was watching for people on the street.
He saw me, flashed a stupid grin, grabbed his crotch and said rather crudely, "Hey, suck my c0ck."
I snapped at him, "No!"
As I walked past him he called after me, "Hey, it's 'no, thank you.' Where are your manners?"
I turned and said, "I don't recall hearing you say 'please.'"
I waited at the post office for about 20 minutes and gave it a little thought as to whether I should go the other way home but I figured the guy would be gone.
I was wrong.
As I approached he smiled again and grabbed his crotch again, "Wanna try this again?"
I gave him a sharp look and lace my voice with a fair bit of snark, "No... uh, thank you."
He laughed, "That's more like it."