When concert girl was here we had just gone to Tesco to buy what else? Absinth, d'uh. We were waiting for a tram and this strange looking old lady approached us slowly. She was decked out in quasi-gypsy clothing and wheeling around some kind of trunk/cooler. She hobbled towards us and started mumbling hopefully-sounding in Slovak.
I know how this gig goes, she's going to ask me for money, or to sign something pledging money or distract me while i get robbed. I shake my head and back away. She looks especially disappointed. Our tram was coming, I had to go.
From the window I see another strapping young fellow, apparently Slovak, helping her lift her trunk of groceries onto the same tram. Oops.
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