September 23, 2012

Boobs, pot & flowers

A small group of Italian men stopped me as I was about to cross the street on my bike today:

Italian: Escuse, could you give me some directiones?
Me: Sure, of course. Where would you like to go?
Italian: We are looking for the place that sells boobs.
Me: Pardon? Boobs?
Italians: Yes, yes. The street that has lots of places selling boobs.
Me: Well the Red Light District and is on the other side of this square, to the left. But, seeing as it's 4pm on a Sunday afternoon, it may be a bit dead.
Italian: Do they sell flowers there too?
Me: No, I don't think so...they probably should actually. That's a nice idea.
Italian: do they sell pots there too?
Me: Pot? Yea, loads! There are coffee shops on every corner.
Italian: Gratzi. I want to get some for my grandmother in Italy.
Me: Are you sure we're talking about the same thing? 
Italian's friend finally stops laughing and says: Yes, we are looking for the flower market. He wants to buy Tulip bulbs, flowers and pots for his grandmother.

What has this city done to me?


  1. Bahahahahah ohmygosh that is SO great! Too funny girl.