So I'm working the counter at the hotel, and this guy walks in. He starts talking, and I learn from his ID that he's Italian. Named Salvatore'. Thick accent, but very funny. So I just start making banal chit-chat and say, "Man, I've always wanted to go to Italy."
So, the guy just looks dead at me and asks, "So, why you don't go?"
He just floored me with that and I just laughed my ass off for a few seconds, and could hardly complete the sale.
Really good question, though. Why I don't go?
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just not sicily, ok? anywhere else in italy is great with me. when do we leave?
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