Zim & Chris' Turkish (Mis)Adventure

To alleviate some of the boredom of waiting around for my new passport I decided one evening to try and score some kind of plant based muscle relaxant. After much wandering around and not much success I ended up talking with this young guy who was handing out flyers. I use talking in the loosest possible sense of the word as he spoke no English whatsoever and my Turkish isn't up to much to say the least, but I managed to get the message across - or so I thought - and shortly afterwards we were on our way to his friend's house.
When we fınally arrive at the flat I am shown in to a room that is stacked floor to ceiling wıth all manner of pornographic plastic prosthesis and titillating toys. After a while they see that I am not really that impressed or interested and so ask me what exactly I want. Once again I make the internationally recognized hand signal for weed at which point they all shake their heads vigourously and in unison make the internationally recognized hand signal for...self love.
I am not sure at what point our wires had got crossed, or even how? Needless to say I left empty handed despite their best efforts to sell me an inflatable friend.

I remained friends with the boy who took me there and saw him on a number of occasions during the next week. He kept on trying to give me his phone number even though we couldn't even communicate face to face. I tried explaining this to him but of course it fell on deaf ears...I took his number.