Slumdog Millionaire Part Deux?

While daydreaming in a car in some distant land, a beggar began tapping on my window. At one point I thought he was trying to sell me his baby. He kept saying "baby will eat. buy  it. buy it." I remained speechless not sure how to react. I was half expecting a reenactment of slumdog millionaire part deux. Shocked, I kept squinting for cameras and a dancing crew. Turns out all he was selling were flags. The moral of the story - never wake me up from naps.