Warsaw was bust

i got back home last night at around 10:30.

I was pretty bitter and irritated all yesterday and today about my trip.

Saturday, I walked a couple of miles to the old town and along the royal way in Warsaw to get a few great pics before it started flurrying and sleeting.  So i took a cab, and he set the price of 25PLN to take me back to the marriot, but then he shortchanged me so, effectively, it cost me $30.  apparently i just wasn't going to be able to do anything about that, because he alreayd had to ask a different taxi to spot him a 20 for even that much change.

Sunday, I spent three hours in the lobby after checking out (where apparently despite the fact that i was offerend breakfast daily, apparently they charged it.  apparently the reduced fare was actually for the complimentary breakfast included int he charge of the room, and they didn't tell me that.  whoops.), looking up sources for a paper i have to write for class.  Then i went to check and print my ticket, and realized that it was actually for the 4th, not the fifth.

so i shut everything down and left to go to the train station where i was harassed by no less than three men for money or food or just because the fucker was drunk.

one asked for a PLN for the bus and i was like "uhm.  i might have one." and i started to dig and then he was like "or even two would be nice."  and i was like "no. you're gonna stop at one."  and i found one and gave it to him and went back to buying my ticket.

which was apparently the wrong machine, so i went searching for an open desk.  when i spotted one (the train station is HUGE and it's all underground,) a guy with one arm just comes up to me and says "hungry."  and i was like "i'm sorry, i don't have any food."  and he just repeated "Hungry.  Food." and i said in a tone than matched "Sorry.  i have nothing for you."  and so he walked off in a huff and i angled towards to ticket counter and he turned around and was like "Bitch."

I have to admit.

that shook me.

I mean i was like "Okay."  And he repeated "Big big bitch."

And i said "Okay.  have a happy easter."

but that fucking shook me.  And i found myself getting pissed.  It's not my job to feed anyone.  It's not my responsibility to feed him.  I don't owe him MY money.  He's not entitled to MY money.  And if i start to dig for one PLN because I'm being polite, you don't get to just double your request.

So i'm standing at the counter and this guy stumbles drunkenly into me and he reeks and he's unable to stand up straight and he can't even tell me what he wants and then he fucking stumbles off.

It made me realize that i have never ONCE had a woman come up to me and panhandle.  i have NOT ONE TIME IN MY LIFE had a women drunkenly harass me.  I've never ever had a woman call me a bitch for not feeding her when she demanded food.  I've never had a woman demand anything of me.

Not only am i NOT. FUCKING. IMPRESSED. with warsaw, i was really bitterly disgusted with it.

six men in two days.  a beautiful days giving way to shit weather.  shit taxi.  and apparently i made my mother worry because i didn't want to pay extra for wifi per day.

i got some decent pictures or beautiful buildings, but i'm to freaking irritated right now to bother with it.

today i stayed inside and watch netflix and ate junk food.

tomorrow i'll go back to being cheerful and getting groceries.  i was just so pleased to be back in krakow.  i didn't even get lost on the way walking home form the train station here. i didn't even know where i was, but then i found myself and made my way home correctly.  i was so proud.