Late night encounters

I am standing at the bus station, waiting for my last bus home when suddenly a fancy car stops - some kind of an expensive mercedes, to be more precise. A middle aged man inside asks me if i speak English. The whole situation resembles the scene from Pretty Woman, except for the fact that he isn't as handsome as Richard Gere and i am not a hooker. Anyway, he then asks me if i know any good saschlik restaurant around...!?! While he's conversating with me he pulls out...no, not what you think...he pulls out a nail file and starts polishing his nails!?! Ehm...okay...I can't help the well-groomed man, though, and at this very moment my bus arrives so i can't explore the situation any further.