Ok, Don't hate the player hate the game! But this same little Italian guy didn't do so well with me. Same story, he left a show, going to Italy, didn't want to pay taxes... It was 10:30 the night before Thanksgiving. He approached me at a gas station in Norwalk, CT with his blue minivan (NJ Plates) parked on the side of the road with the hazards on. He said he couldn't speak English that well, so I told him my mother does... I'll call her so she can translate what the problem is... So I can help. His English got better right away and that's when I knew the game had begun! He said I gatta fewa jackets here... He started with 2 jackets for $500.00 I told him it was 10:30 and we were in a gas station please stop kidding, he immidiately dropped the price to $300. I told him I didn't like the style he was showing me what else did he have? He opened up the van and there were 3 black heafty bags of jackets. I tried on a few (I was having a little fun with him) picked the one I liked and offered him $20 bucks. He said no way... I said good luck getting gas... And left. He came over to my car and handed me the jacket and asked for $40.00 I said $20 or beat it your starting to annoy me. He looked pissed and agreed to $20 bucks. Then he asked if I would help him push his car into the station. I told him to get lost I had enough of him. (By this time I think the accent was totally gone). Again he looked at me pissed but this 5'4" 130lb little wheesel would have caught an ill beatdown from me if he would have ran his mouth. Anyway I'm sporting a fake Aramni & telling my friends a funny story. The moral of the story is: You can't hustle a hustler, baby!
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