Sunglasses

The one aspect of being in a tourist area that I dislike the most are the unrelenting hawkers...their absolute refusal to take "No" for an answer.

I had been riding a bike and walking through temples for 12 hours. This is the 4th such day. In the face of thousands of offers to buy stuff I have maintained my composure. Always with a smile. Occasionally trying not to make eye contact.
"You want T-shirt? You want jacket?"
It's 100*F (35C)!! No, I do not need more layers of clothing.
"You want painting? You want magnet? You buy from me?"
"You want carving? You buy postcard?"
The sun is getting low. The lines are still long. One last stop...

Hawker: "Sir! You buy from me scarf?"
Me:  "No thank you."
"You buy from me two scarf I give you good price."
"No. I do not want a scarf."
"You buy from me one scarf one dollar, two scarf two dollar?"
"No." This time with a noticeable bit of agitation in my voice.
"You buy three scarf only three dollar."
Unable to refrain from displaying my level of frustration..."NO!! I don't need a freakin' scarf!"
"You buy one scarf for your mother?"
I paused. Turned my head to the right. Made deep eye contact and said coldly,  "She's dead."
A brief silence passed and I continued on.  As did she.
"You buy two scarf one for your sister one for your girlfriend."
I stopped. Leaned, nay loomed, over her. And with an icy, emotionless delivery said, "They are dead, too. They are all dead. I killed them. Then I came to Cambodia to keep from going to jail."

(10 seconds of pin-dropping silence. The two of us locked in a blinkless stair.)

"You buy from me hat and sunglasses?"