A random story...

Here's an exchange I had with one of the hawkers in Budapest (it was dusk and things were quieting down along Vajza Utca, the main tourist gauntlet in the city):

Him: Hello, my friend, can I interest you in some theater tickets?

Me: No, thanks.

Him: Bus tour?

Me: Nope.

Him: Museum discounts?

Me (walking faster): No.

Him (perhaps sensing he's losing me, now in a more conspirational tone): Pussy?

Me (pausing, maybe a little too long): Uhh, no thanks.

Him: Well, let me know if you change your mind...

Me (giving him the "twin six-shooters" hand signal): Ok.