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Posted: 11/5/2009 7:35:24 AM EST
[Last Edit: 11/5/2009 7:36:07 AM EST by Hueto]
I'm sitting at my desk when a shwarmy Italian guy walks in asking if I would be interested in some clothes. Mind you, I work in commercial construction, and our office is in an industrial part of town, and said town is way down in the Texas valley. I believe he's the first European I've met down here. He said he was doing an expo and wanted to sell his collection so he wouldn't have to pay to fly it back to Italy . Everyday occurance or should I have popped the cover of the pmag?
Link Posted: 11/5/2009 7:36:35 AM EST
Originally Posted By Hueto:
I'm sitting at my desk when a shwarmy Italian guy walks in asking if I would be interested in some clothes. Mind you, I work in commercial construction, and our office is in an industrial part of town, and said town is way down in the Texas valley. I believe he's the first European I've met down here. He said he was doing an expo and wanted to sell his collection so he wouldn't have to pay to fly it back to Italy . Everyday occurance or should I have popped the cover of the pmag?


He's European. Probably normal for him. Why get freaked out?
Link Posted: 11/5/2009 7:45:43 AM EST
Happend to me once but I was working in a dominos pizza

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Link Posted: 11/5/2009 7:50:46 AM EST
Hmm, was he selling them out of the trunk of his car? Back of a van with free candy on the side? Seems honest enough...Reminds me of an episode of Gomer Pyle
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