HUSTLED!
Today after we arose from our jet-lagged induced comas we got grifted by your not-so-average gentleman of the street. Let me explain.
We were crossing the street, heading up a near 45 degree hill towards union square when a little black dude with a thick, seriously gooey thick american accent introduced himself as ‘Tyrone’ and engaged us in the 1-potatoe-2-potatoe-3potatoe-4 style handshake. After we briefly exchanged names he said, ‘Let me tell you someting Rawb. I can tell you exactly where and what state you got your shoes.’. There was one catch though, I had to ‘…promise not to laff ’cause I gotta take a bath’. I didn’t have a clue what he meant by that but since there was no easy exit out of this until we reached the top of the hill, we egged him on, naturally doubting what he claimed. It was about this point that I started thinking that maybe my pro-australian Wallabies jersey was a dead give away, but surely that would only nail it down to Australia at best and he was claiming he could wittle it down to the state as well!
At this point I was beginning to suspect we were in for our first mugging however he assured us that he wasn’t a criminal and after asking ME not to beat him up once again claimed that he could use his prescient abilities to tell me where I got my shoes and which state I got ’em – if i promised to not laff cos’ i gotta take a bath. Fine then! I started negotiating the terms but before I could finalise a price he told me, ‘you got yo’ shoes on yo’ feet Rawb! And you in California’. We had to laugh (even though we promised Tyrone we wouldn’t) and naturally I accused him of grifting me however since I did break my promise I flipped him a buck. Hopefully you’ll get that bath you wanted Tyrone.
Classic!
“First mugging” Rawb?? are you expecting many more??
em hills you must feel like jack & jill!