OFTM: (Seeing me taking a picture of the peppers in the previous post) Don't you want to take a picture of my tomatoes.
Me: Ummm...ok
OFTM: Take a picture with me and the tomatoes
Me: Ummm...ok (I take a picture)
OFTM: Let me see the picture.
Me: Well, let me take another one. (In the first one his head was mostly hidden by the light in the background. I was ok with that, but since he wanted to see the picture I felt the need to take one where he was visible.)
OFTM: Ok, now let me see it. Oh, good. Where are you from?
Me: America
OFTM: I love America. I want to go there.
Me: Why? (just being nice and not really caring what his answer is)
OFTM: Can you take me to America?
Me: Ummm...no.
OFTM: Why?
Me: Because I don't have connections with anyone that could get you to America
OFTM: Are you married? We could get married and then I could go to America.
Me: Yes, I'm married and I have 4 kids.
OFTM: That doesn't matter. We could get married and have 4 more, then you would have 8. (laughing along with several other pazar guys who were listening)
Me: No, no. I don't think so. (chuckling to myself as I walk away)
I found my friend Lisa who was buying something from another stand and told her the story. Her comment..."girl, you've still got it!"
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