So I am walking home from studio, and as I cross Vittorio Emmanuele, the two italian douchebags that I am following each light up a cigarette. Creepy guy "A" immediately hurls his newly lit cigarette into oncoming traffic, and yells something at slightly less creepy guy "B" in italian... I do not understand what he has said.
I am puzzled.
Slightly less creepy guy "B" hands creepy guy "A" a brand new cigarette, which he does not light.
I am more puzzled.
Enter attractive american girl walking in the opposite direction.
Creepy guy proceeds to corner this girl against the railing that separates the sidewalk from the tram tracks, and try to ask her for "un accendino".
I now understand his elaborate plan. She, however, is not having any of his shit. Presumably because she has been accosted by shameless italians multiple times already today, on account of the hotness.
I hear her politely turn him down, and as I pass them, there is a hint of "I'm about to fucking punch you" in her voice when she asks for him to move. I then hear her ask how in the hell slightly less creepy guy was able to light his cigarette, and then I hear the unmistakable *SLAP* sound a few steps later. I turn around just in time to see these guys laugh at each other for a few seconds, check out the girl's ass as she storms away, and then light the cigarette with the lighter they had the whole time, and laugh some more.
Thank you italian men for putting every semi-attractive american girl in Rome into Defcon 1.
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