SOCIAL ANXIETY PART ONE

Sometimes there is a disproportionate amount of men in the cafe where I asked for a flick knife. Most of them are playing cards or watching the football and they leave me alone but from time to time one of them starts saying stuff to me. The day after the flick knife episode I did something out of character. In an attempt to assimilate and get over an occasional social anxiety I reached over the counter in a really pushy, selfish way towards what looked like a delicious sponge cake and the man next to me started to get a bit miffed and asked me if I would like him to move as it was clear I had no regard for him. I told him the Spanish equivalent of 'no, you're alright mate', and then he started to interrogate me using verbs and nouns that were a bit too colloquial for my liking so I had no idea what he was going on about. Don't ask me why but I said the first thing to get rid of him and answered, 'not until nine o'clock', to whatever he was enquiring about and left, sponge cake in hand, leaving him scratching his head. I'm wondering what it was he asked. Maybe it was whether I am legally resident here and do I have all my papers in order or whether I was going to give him a bite of that cake or else. I will never be able to go there again.