I put the teeny-tiny bag of Peanut M&M's on the counter, and as normal - was ignored for a few minutes. Finally 'Mr. Giovanni' decided he would take my money.
I give him a 2e coin (that's about $3.50), and waited for my change.
What......no way. Seriously? This bag holding 10 pieces of M&M's is going to cost me $3.50?
Forget it. I can wait it out.
I tell Mr. Giovanni I don't want them anymore and he completely SPAZES out.
All of the sudden there is SHOUTING, and ARMS FLAILING, complete with a death look.
Giovanni then decides to 'SHOW ME MY COIN' and then in an overly dramatic move........ he THROWS IT OUT DOWN THE STREET.
He might as well have been throwing a baseball to the home plate for the winning run. It was that dramatic.
I then exchanged some 'PLEASANTRIES' with Mr. Giovanni (think of a word that rhymes 'mass schmole'), along with some other positive phrases, and then scurried after my coin like a HOMELESS PERSON.
This incident paired with the CRAZY SKIRT LADY was all on the same day. How can people be so rude?
Where my blonde hair has been an asset in any other countries, I stood out like a sore thumb in Italy. If people didn't ignore me completely, they were trying to sell me an 'English Speaking' tour of some kind. It got very old, very quick.
Have you been to Mexico where you are constantly badgered to buy bracelets, Chic-lets and time shares? Same thing in Italy. It was NON-STOP.
I will have so many friends.......
* thanks to J.Stewart and Bruce Herman for their outstanding photos