This happened to me too the other day.
I gave them directions, they started their spiel about having just come from a trade conference… I asked them if they were trying to sell me something, they laughed, shrugged their shoulders, I gave them a knowing look and they sped off to look for their next victim. They were Italian, or claimed to be – possibly the same guys that Seabee saw. I wonder how successful they are?
The Gulf News has an unintentionally hilarious article on the various scams that take place here. I love the last one – naturally wives, being delicate and impressionable ladies, would obviously be very nervous at the predictions of a psychic fakir you might meet in a car park. A raised eyebrow from Mrs Saul would be all that would be needed and the psychic fakir would predict his own imminent demise and scarper.