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Gypsy Tears?

The Midwestern Gypsy:

My mid-sized Midwestern city is a Gypsy haven. When I first moved here, I heard stories about the local Gypsy family, a nuisance to the community through their small-time thievery and general unruliness in public places. My limited knowledge of Gypsies told me that my city is the last place Gypsies would settle down. I thought they were confined to Europe or possibly the large coastal cities of the U.S. Little did I know that they had set up shop in the heartland, destined to become blog fodder.

I’ve had dozens of encounters with the Gypsy family, either at work or in public. They once descended, like an Old-Testament style plague of locusts on the restaurant where I work. The clan of 40 or so showed up near the end of the night to order an unlimited special we were featuring, depleting our kitchen of it’s natural resources of pasta, sauce, and bread. When informed of the shortfall, the Gypsy family, known as the Marks family, left, absconding with a plethora of salt and pepper shakers, silverware, and packets of crayons. They left, slowly and angrily, but not before throwing a curse on the restaurant and Wes, the manager on duty at the time. Wes had an overbearing and huge wife, so the curse was just a drop in the bucket for him, but the restaurant has never done better business.

We have a camp of these pricks here too, just over the border in North Augusta. There are also a couple of smaller encampments/trailer parks where they operate their thievery from during various seasons. They prey on soldiers from the local base on Saturdays at the mall and the theater – mostly prostitution and drugs, neither of which the soldier gets.

I watched a hotel room full of soldiers get roofied and their car stolen. The girls had been in our room before I showed up; none of my friends had a car in the parking lot, they moved to more lucrative prospects and bingo! free car. The police found the car, but not the girls (a police scanner is useful that way). I’ve heard stories of guys being paid to impregnate gypsy girls and then being raped for child support/pay off/etc. but I’ve never seen it or heard a first-person anecdote.

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