Walking down the side of the streets of Little Italy in NYC, you were heading to your favorite Italian bakery. It was out of the way and a far walk, but the place had some of the best goods you've ever had--- for cheap prices.

Unintentionally, you bumped into a man wearing a nice suit and coat. He nearly dropped his cigar and had a newspaper in hand.

"How about you watch where you're goin', huh?" He spoke lowly and in a thick Italian accent.

It was obvious that you weren't from the area.