no kisses for me, thanks

I didn't even need to go looking for my adventure today. My adventure was found in a train car full of Indian tourists, and the smell of curry.
Seriously though, the smell. It was almost too much to handle.

BUT apparently, the smell didn't drive me away well enough... because one of the old men tried to KISS ME. Yeah, that's right. He wanted to kiss me.
Here's the story. So they all wanted to take pictures with me.. which is actually completely normal. But this guy, he wanted a kiss as well.  He had his arm around me and someone was taking a picture of us, and he said "how about a kiss?" He's probably about 50 years old.
I didn't understand him at first, but I caught on pretty quick.... probably because the whole car was chanting, "KISS! KISS! KISS!"
He said, "its ok, you are like my granddaughter! Its ok to kiss me!"

because yeah, its totally cool to kiss your granddaughter!
and I could tell they were not talking about on the cheek. There were a lot of giggles and whistles.
This went on for about a solid minute straight. Which is a freaking long time, in awkward seconds.

I just kept my head turned away and said "no no no" like 7 million times until the whole car finally gave up. WHEW. and I got out of there.

so hey, what do you know. how many people can say that has happened to them. I'm a little scarred for life and a little bit laughing my head off at the whole situation. I mean, at this time the group hadn't even whipped out their Indian food yet..... so the ride just went downhill from there! hahahaha.

Now, I deal with so many tourists that at the end of the day I usually have some accent stuck in my head. Its honestly usually Australian, not sure why but that one sticks. I find myself thinking with an Australian accent. Not today though..... at the end of the day, I definitely had an Indian accent in my head. I can't stop thinking in Indian.

Just another day in the life, right?