Italian Uncle

I was standing there, watching the proceeding of the try-athlon when an Italian uncle came over and chat to me, asking me if I was alone here, where is my lodging, where was I from and do I need a guide here. After the experience with the stalker, I was more caution in revealing too much of myself to him.

I told him this is my fourth trip to Melbourne, and I’m fine going around Melbourne on my own. He told me Singaporeans are very good and nice people. His cardiologist is a Singaporean lady. He used to own a farm in Toowoomba, and would love to drive me around if he had driven his car down today. But too bad he had parked his car at South Melbourne and walked down here.

As we stood there, he suddenly asked if I would go for coffee with him. Shocked, I blurted out that I just had breakfast. My God! What a lie! To prevent anymore “unwanted incidents”, I bid the uncle good day, goodbye and hope to see him around in Melbourne.

Do I look helpless or what?