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Trust me to be stuck manning some stall when all these super ultra happening acts were going on around me. All this funky, getcha-moving music was claring in my ears and there I was trying to peddle jewelry for a couple of Sri Lankan guys who basically had no idea of salesmanship whatsoever. So things essentially went:

'Mmm, that one's really very nice. the flower motifs are really pretty.'

Lady gives me look that says:' who the hell is this quasi gay guy trying to pretend to be sri lankan?'

'Oh no thanks, I'm just browsing'


Shame. The jewlery really is quite nice. Pictures tomorrow if I remember my camera.