The Joys of Baltimore, Door-to-Door Salesman Edition
My dinner was interrupted tonight by two young Hispanic males, knocking on my door, asking me if I spoke Spanish.
Yes, I do.
(unwrapping his wares) Would you like to buy a gold chain?
Mmm, no. Thank you though.
Anyone else on the street speak Spanish?
The lady on the corner…good luck fellas…
This is the second time I’ve had people knock on my door offering ‘discount’ jewelry. Does this happen in other cities?
Actually, one of my favorite Baltimore moments is when I was sitting on the steps of a row house on Carroll Street in Washington Village and a guy walked by me with one of those big plastic reclining chairs you find at public swimming pools. “Hey man, you need a chair?”
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