"My name's not Joe,
I don't want to buy a Rolex,
and I don't want to tour the cameo factory!"
One afternoon I asked on of the "Hey-Joes" if he wanted to buy a watch. When he expressed interest and curiosity, I told him to be on my ship's quarterdeck at midnight for the mid-watch.
. He knew what I meant, and after he unleased a high-pitched torrent of Italian profanity at me, I asked him to translate. He busted up laughing, dutifully obliged, and impressed me with how expressive the Italian language can be.
Quite educational, I must say, and almost as funny as the ancient business establishment signs (or repros thereof) gracing the streets of Pompeii.
Oh, my. Flashbacks coming on. Craving a six-ounce bottle of Coca Cola...........