Worst day of my life

So here is how it went...
I was just walking down La Rambla in Barcelona at night and spotted one souvenir shop so decided to go in to have a look with a bit of intention of buying. But I had had bad experience in the morning with one indian clerk at the door. He was sleeping the floor and I was about to enter. He stopped me and asked me if I could come back later since he was sweeping. Well, I thought, that makes sense so I turned around and left. As I was leaving I heard him saying that ¨You can come in if you will buy something, but if not, don´t come in.¨ So I was a little ticked to hear that. But I wanted to check out the prices so I decided to try another shop on the same street. So I went in one that didn´t seem to bad. I got in, strolled around, and went up to the jersey section. I was checking out the tag to see the price but there was none. One indian clerk standing right by me spotted me so asked me what I wanted in a very unpleasant voice. So I just told him I wanted to know the price. So he explained three kinds of prices and said ¨Hey, hurry up! it´s closing!¨ So I just mumbled ¨What the fuck...¨ because it was the exact same attitude I got in the morning. So then he got really fired up. ¨HEy fuck you china, go fuck yourself!¨ So I turned around and asked what? ¨It´s fine, I am not from China¨ Then he kept on going ¨just go fuck yourself ok? fuck you.... XOXOXO¨ over and over so I got very very mad then started cursing at him too. And he was giving me the fingers and all those. Then two or three other clerks came about to throw me out. Then I walked out on my own.

and that´s not end of the story....

So I went back to the hostel and sent every friend to boycott those stupid souvenir shops on La Rambla then went out to a Jazz club. After an hour of jazz, I still couldn´t get those disgusting faces out of my head so I decided to revenge. I decided to go pee on their door just to ¨piss them off.¨ So stupidly enough, I went back on that street after 3 hours of the incident. ¨I have to be careful since there are many other indians on the street selling stuff,¨ I told myself. ¨They might look out for each other...¨ So I was wholy concentrated on this business. but GOD KNOWS what happens next!!!!

A 30 year old guy looking sort of like a hobo approaches me so I try to walk away from him. ¨China? Japanese? my friend? Wanna smoke some hash my friend? I have some top fine goodies...¨ ¨No, thanks, I don´t smoke,¨ I reply. But now he starts talking about nothing to do with anything. ¨Where are you from my friend?¨ ¨not the ones you mentioned.¨ ¨Oh, cool, I am from Brazil, you know Ronaldinho? the best football star in the world. you know his tricks?¨ At the meantime, he puts one of his legs between mine and starts kicking them real hard on the inner side of the legs. It starts to hurt a little but I think he may be just high so don´t bother to think to much. Then he takes his leave and throws back¨yo enjoy barcelona my friend.¨ So I am quite confused of his intention.
five seconds after I feel my pocket and realize it is empty. So I turn around and spot that junkie. He is still freaking strolling down the street looking into my wallet. Now I get out of my mind and dash to him in a millisecond and jump on him and grab my wallet off his hand. He still won´t let go. Then I start beating his arms and stuff so he gives up trying holding the wallet. But now almost every falls out on the floor. He and one other guy start picking up the change and cards. I grab back the cards. Extremely shameless, he asks ¨Is there a problem my friend? have you lost anything? I am just trying to help you, you have everything now?¨ as he tries to hand back all the coins he collectd off the floor. ¨Just get lost you SOB...! I hate Brazil, ... Don´t come near me you psycho...¨ Then I check my wallet to make sure all my cards are still there. Fortunately, he only took the cash and picked up the coins, and it wasn´t much. So I walk away from the streets with flames burning in mind.