My Cousin...

My cousin owned one of the biggest and fastest-growing businesses in
Miami, a furniture store. I convinced him that he needed to take a trip
to Italy to check out the merchandise himself And because he was still
single, he could check out all the hot Italian women and maybe get
lucky.

As he was checking into a hotel he struck up an acquaintance with a
beautiful young lady. She only spoke Italian and he only spoke
English–neither understood a word the other spoke. So he took out a
pencil and a notebook and drew a picture of a taxi. She smiled, nodded
her head and they went for a ride in the park. Later, he drew a picture
of a table in a restaurant with a question mark and she nodded. So they
went to dinner.

After dinner he sketched two dancers and she was delighted. They went to
several nightclubs, drank champagne, danced and had a glorious evening.
It had gotten quite late when she motioned for the pencil and drew a
picture of a four-poster bed.

He was dumbfounded. To this day says that he’s never been able to
understand how she knew he was in the furniture business.