He called over to me, waved and said "Hey mon, check this out.'
I either yell back for him to come to come to me or yelled back no thanks.Unless somebody has a stand or stall, I don't go to where they are. They better use the legs that God gave them and come to me, especially if I'm walking on a mission.
So, he scampered over with a quick step.
"Check this out mon!"
"Holy moley, what's this?"
"It pineapple hashis mon."
"Pineapple what? (act like i never heard of such)"
"Hash mon, its hash."
"No thanks, I do not want to buy any hash.
I do not want it Sam I am.
I dont want it here or there, I don't want it anywhere.
I dont want it in a house
i don't want it with a mouse."
So, I tried to give it back to him.
"For me, hmmm. Well thanks, I'll see you later then."
"Mon, thats 200 J mon."
"Man, take this stuff back, I don't want it Sam I am."
He is always spotting me, everytime I stroll down the road.
Moral of the story:
Dont even let somebody put something in your hand. They will act as if you wanted to buy it.