*goes to Italy*
Ok, so as many of you don't know (exceptions are my friends and sister), last summer I went to Italy, home of the counterfeit Prada bag, on a cheap school sanctioned tour!
And while I was there, I got some first hand experience with dealing with bootleggers.
HEADS UP: The following anecdote has absolutely nothing to do with anime, but has a lot to do with how to deal with bootleggers in person (should you be so lucky).
There is one thing you need to know about me first, before I tell the story. I like to travel. And I like to experience all a country has to offer. And Italy offers a lot of bootlegs. In fact, though it's illeagal, it's considered a traveller's right of passage to buy a fake Gucci, or Dolce... whatever the rest of that is, or Prada something.
And while I was there, there was another problem to be dealt with: My lack of sunglasses in Sunny Firenze (Florence, for you english speakers).
And while waiting for the bus, without a bootleg or sunglasses, a street vendor shows up. Trouble brewing.
"Bella donna! Would you like a pair of genuine Gucci sunglasses? Only 40 euros!" he said, partially playing innocent, partially hitting on the "slutty" American girl. I walked over.
"Sorry, but, I don't buy fakes. Especially not over priced ones," I said cutely.
"Bella, they're real. Check for yourself." Oh yeah. Tell someone who knows what to look for in a bootleg to check out a bootleg.
HEADS UP: This next section is slightly exaggerated for emphasis on the quality of the counterfeit.
"Hmm. I think I might," I said smuggly. "Ok, lessee: The word 'Gucci' is spelled 'Guchi', the font is wrong, 'Gucci' is put on them in place of the logo, the lens has already broken off just from my handling them. Care to prove they're real?" By this time, I had attracted a crowd of my travelling companions, one of whom was smart enough to figure out what was going on, and started cheering me on.
HEADS UP: I'm finished exaggerating. Oddly enough, the rest of this little tale is true!
"Alright, they're fake," he snapped. "Just don't tell your friends, putana!"
"Do you really think I'm not going to buy these? Do you think that highly of me? Just lower the price. And quickly, I have to get on the bus."
"For you, 20 euros! Fair?" The bus arrived.
"No. And arrivaderci." I got on the bus. He started following.
"FINE! 10 euros! They're a quality fake!" he said excitedly.
"They're quality, you say? 2 euros," I handed him the money and physically pushed him off. The bus took off with the driver and tour guide cheering and laughing. The vendor ran after it shouting something incoherent in Italian.
I opened my window and shouted at him: "Adossi il cafonismo come un mantello! (You wear stupidity like a mantle!)" Oh yeah. I learned how to speak profane Italian. I wasn't about to let some two bit vendor get the best of me. In fact I still have the book on how to speak it.
He stopped and just looked shocked and confused. That was the last I ever saw of him.
I still think I got ripped off, though.
*goes to a con*
Ok, my goals for Ikasucon were simple: Buy a doujinshi, buy a Japanese Authentic plushie, buy many other nifty things, and then go to workshops and go home. Well, didn't find ANY of the first two, so I was pissed off.
And then I found out that my archnemisis Cartoon Passion had itself a rather large booth there. You see, Cartoon Passion and I have a bit of a history of hating each other. It started when I naively bought something from them online. They never processed my order. It took them 2 polite emails and 5 angry ones from me to realize I had even PLACED an order in the first place, and then it still took another 5 WEEKS for delivery. At this point I hated them, and swore I'd never buy anything again, and would find some reason to give others another reason not to buy from them either. I found that reason. They were slapping people's fanart that they worked so hard on on things like mugs and mousepads without telling them. At this point, I decided that they were going down.
Back to the con story. I walked over to their booth and as expected, they were pulling the same s**t I thought they would. Selling fake goods like counterfeit plushies and fanart wallets. I started loudly pointing out all the counterfeits to a friend. And I mean loudly. Loud enough for the people buying them to put them back and leave with their money and pride. The man working the booth asked me to leave, I was driving away business.
"Good," I said, "I guess I'll be staying!"
He got pissed. He said if I didn't leave, he'd ban me from all locations. I gave him the go ahead.
"I think we've established I won't be buying from you. Ever." I told him.
And so he did. He got my name and address, and now if they catch me at any of their stores, I'll be escorted out, and all online orders will not be placed.
And I sat down next to the booth. Didn't say a word, but I was there. Because he was now powerless. He couldn't do anything worse than give me a lifetime banning. He couldn't call for security, he was selling counterfeits, and I'd rat him out first chance I got. Who would they arrest? The girl sitting next to the booth in peaceful protest, or they guy selling illegal fakes?
After about 5 minutes of basking in my newfound sense of utmost power, I got bored and wandered off to look at some of the other booths (all of which were bootleg free to my knowledge). I got some skippy new stuff, but that's about it. Except for the banning.
***NOTE: I do feel sorry for the guy I tortured, and I don't condone my own behavior, but HOT DAMN! My first lifetime banning! And from someplace I truely hate!