Turkish Delight?

too many things happening- a lot more to blab n bore NERs
but for now- this happened yesterday evening...


Turkish Delight- rather a turkey vulture.

Hot cute guy sitting across
us at German Bakey, our haunt.
Bald guy with scary hair around
and a silly goatee to match,
happens to be hottie's friend.
With ciggies in his hand,
(the bald guy,unfortunately)
hijacks our favourite bench,
along with his other ugly friend.
Says "Smoking is bad for health"-
Bloody Filthy Hypocrite,
Asks," Do I look Indian?"
We nod, hesitantly nod.
Talks about himself, us and Bombay,
Then finally says,"I'm from Turkey."
Asks us a thousand more questions
to which we lie with all integrity and wit.
His ugly friend watches the show,
lets him try his best to hit on us-
very very bad attempt.
I'm busy making up
imaginary names and places,
while Anna's taking his number
force-fed to her N80.
Urging me to be done with
my omlette,toast and ginger tea;
Trying in vain to be un-obvious,
signalling urgent departure.
Some flimsy fake promises made
to meet on some unforeseen weekend,
we scram the hell out of there,
screamin,"WTF?!" in hushed voices,
walking as fast as my short legs
can carry the other short half,
bursting into giggles momenatrily,
turning around to check and double-check,
clicking " traffic in motion"
for some un-doable project, we finally
get a rick before the driver refuses.
Laughing our butts off in there,
we ponder whats with the place?
we always encounter such nutters,
asking ppl out all over space.
only way out: temporary avoidance.
for another two weeks( or mayb less)
lets say no- to German Bakery.