Pssst. Pssst. Pssst. Pssssssssssssst. Come here. Pssst. Hey you. Here.

Sorry to call you over, I just wanted to attract your attention before you made a serious mistake over there. I saw you ogling over that watch for sale on the table. That timepiece, my good man, is a genuine fake watch. That ain't a real Rolex. No, no joke. Don't worry, we've all been duped at least once. I'll tell you though, It looks good for a fake. Yeah, like the real Yacht-Master watch, the rotatable platinum bezel and everything. I know, I know, it says Rolex, but didn't you see that "Made in China" sticker on the inside of the watch? Damn right they didn't outsource the original Swiss factory.

Well, you see, that ain't the whole story. That guy right there, selling the watches, he's no ordinary street vendor. What is he then? A cold blooded undercover cop. Yup, a heartless pursuer of the law. I've seen him arrest six people just today for buying watches, and there is nothing us legitimate watch street vendors can do about it. I saw you trying on that wrist band and I felt sorry for you. I mean, this guy even lied to you when you asked him if it was real gold. He didn't say, "Sorry, this watch right here is an inferior replica." No, he said, "18 carats, motha fucka," without even flinching. And he was ready to slap those handcuffs on your wrist too, I could just see it.


Genre Literary Technique

Last modified 6 September 2007