So I was parking today at the drug store, when some guy parked next to me in a blue Cherokee. In a rough Italian-English accent, he tried to sell me something...

him: scuzi, youa speaka italiano?
me: no, sorry.
him: you filipino right?
me: yeah...why?
him: my wife, she filipina (proceeds to show me a pic. can you say mail order?)
me: oh ok...
him: well i am italiano (shows me passport) and i am (insert italian word here) going back to italy tonight
me: ok... (this is suspicious. he's gonna sell me something)
him: (shows me his card and speaks some more italian) sorry my english is not so good... thirty-two percent.
me: ahhh it's alright man.
him: you know gucci right? well i have with me a gucci jacket, but (insert more italian here) i can't bring back to italy because of tax
me: ok... yeah... uh huh...
him: well i can assure you i have no problem with money (shows me a wad of $100 bills... now i'm thinking drug dealer) but it's more of a matter of time than money because my flight leaves tonight.
me: sorry, i have no money right now... i'm just supposed to buy something at the drug store. have a nice day sir.
him: ok well goodbye.



Maybe the jacket had drugs in it or something...