A Man Who Looks In Need Of Tires

I was walking by these auto parts shops in Delhi trying to avoid the confusion and chaos on the streets, when someone at a tire store comes out to sell us tires. Now, I thought being the only white people on the street, and being conspicuosly dressed in Tevas, hats, and sunglasses, and carrying a lonely planet guide would have been a dead giveaway to the answer we were about to give that no, in fact, we did not need tires. But I was completely wrong. It must have been because we were gawking so enviously at the filthy tires piled up outside on the sidewalk, and that we were talking to each other seemingly to prepare for the greatest tire bargaining session of our lives, that the man at the shop felt that we would kill for some tires right about now.